Six Word Saturday (9/28/13)

Unglued, Surprise Visit, and Eating Out

Unglued

I finished Lysa TerKeurst's book a couple days ago.  I'm familiar with her from her contributing posts on incourage.me, and her writing style sometimes takes away from my interest in what she's saying.  Even in her book, she used a lot of sentence fragments.  Like this.  And it drives me nuts.  She also uses words like "Google," "blog," "You know what I'm saying?," etc., that aren't going to hold over for eternity.  It's a shame because I loved her book otherwise!  This actually is one of those books that you're looking for when you feel frustrated, crying, and hopeless and are thinking to yourself, "I wish I knew what to do!"  This book was so helpful to me in that regard.  The only thing that disappointed me (besides her writing style) is I'm familiar with her back story and she didn't mention a single word about her abortion, so all the self-righteous Baptists who read her book are thinking she's one of them (you know, sinless).  It's one thing to give helpful instruction for not coming unglued when you're coming from a place of "for the most part I'm a pretty good person" but another thing to give instruction when you come from a constant place of "Of COURSE I'm a bad person!"  As I said though, despite her writing style and not mentioning her abortion, this was a wonderfully helpful book.

Surprise Visit

My daughter has been bossy and borderline abusive to my youngest son virtually since the day he was born, and once he got older he started fighting back.  It scares me to death.  My oldest son used to help me get things back in control but he hasn't been around for three years, so they're fighting bad again.  My youngest son has a habit of disengaging from a fight but then sitting in his room screaming and crying like he's being murdered.  He won't tell me how I can help, and my daughter pretty much just stokes the fire and yells at him some more.  I have been bringing up in counseling about every other month how they treat each other.  Well, typing that, I just realized that it wouldn't sound like an emergency if it was that infrequent.  At any rate, Tuesday they fought again, my youngest son screamed and cried and refused to go to school.  (Their school is cracking down on absenteeism and I don't want to get in trouble because he's already missed three days of school and they started only a month ago, so I was very frustrated.)  So I typed up an email to my therapist demanding to know why he wasn't helping me with their fighting.  He said he'd get back to me (which upset me).  Then two hours later he wrote me again saying that he was coming over so be ready, and he showed up at my house.  By then, my son had calmed down and was talking to my therapist like a normal person.  From that surprise session, we determined that I could tell my daughter to give us 10 minutes and then I could go into my son's room and shut/lock the door and listen to what's bothering him when he's upset like that.  Then I could go into my daughter's room, shut/lock the door and listen to her (since it's her big thing to complain that I'm "always" on my son's side, and it probably does look that way since she doesn't get equal time with me, her yelling doesn't count).

Although I was EXTREMELY grateful that my therapist finally believed me for once that things are bad around here and was proactive in helping me out, when he left I realized what my house must have looked like to him.  It's a f***king mess and it smells, and I've been to his house before and they are neat freaks.  I had a session with him at his office by myself the next day and I mentioned being ashamed about the condition of my house, and he said something about it being an underlying problem but that as soon as I get the bigger issues dealt with that it wouldn't be such a problem.  It hit me the wrong way that he kept saying "problem" and when I got home I started cleaning things up.  I told  him I want to be as shallow and fake as he and his friends are.  Everyone in this stupid town has a neater house than me.  I'm no hoarder and the Health Department wouldn't say anything about how we live, but I sure feel worthless now.  I don't have an excuse for living like this because when I was married to my second husband he demanded everything be perfect, and it was, so I can do it because I did it back then.  I guess I just need to make being fake, shallow and neat a priority.  Little by little, I'll get there.

Eating Out

Me and the younger two kids met up with my oldest son and his wife at Texas Roadhouse on Thursday night and had dinner with them.  My kids didn't really say much.  I don't have the words to describe the anguish I feel deep inside myself about them moving so far away.  Anyway, my husband's parents are coming down on Sunday, and possibly we'll be having dinner with everyone so they can say goodbye to my oldest son and his wife too.  My husband is vicious and hates my oldest son and won't talk to him but probably will be compliant if his dad wants us to go.