Friday, July 25, 2014

Some things never change...


I’ve never really been that good at committing to most things as an adult.  Majors, careers, cities, friendships are at the top of that list.  But relationships… relationships I can commit to even when it would be in my interest to not… hopeless romantic I guess.  I think there is a definite difference in my ability to commit to commit to romantic relationships versus non-romantic relationships.

When I was 10 my mom decided to move my brother and I away from every family member I knew and loved and move us 8 hours away because that is what she and my step-father wanted for themselves.  Once there my step-father was reunited with his hometown and fell back into a lifetime of alcoholism.  For 8 years I lived in a house of physical and mental abuse and not once did she ever even think about leaving him.  Not once did she think of the impact her choices were making on anyone but herself or him.  I mean pointing a shotgun at your kids is totally acceptable behavior by your husband, right?

We moved so often when I was young that I never stayed in a school long enough to make long-term friends and by the time we finally were stable in a school system I was in the 6th grade.  The place they finally decided to stay?  Osceola, Missouri. Population: 752 The kids in my class had been friends and/or relatives almost their entire lives.  Let’s just say I had problems fitting in… not only were we poor and my step-father a town drunk but I had 12 years of creating friendships that I couldn’t ever duplicate. 

I also thought that my family didn’t really care about me either.  My dad’s side of the family never really contacted me or made the effort to see me.  Now as an adult I can see that they just didn’t have the financial resources to see me and life can just get in the way.  As for my mom’s side…the few people I was closest to… I thought that they knew how bad things were and didn’t want the burden of taking care of us and turned a blind eye. 

So basically in my youth I always had this perception that no one really loved me enough to make a decision that put my best interest before their own.  The first time I ever really believed that was true was during my first relationship.  It was also the first time I felt like someone knew everything about me and loved me regardless of my circumstance.


It’s really quite cyclical.  My perception as a kid causes a detachment from non-romantic relationship and a dependency on romantic relationships for validation.  Leaving me to be just like my mother.  Awesome.  But luckily for me I also learned a lot about what I don’t want for the rest of my life and I spent most of my 20’s learning through a lot of heartbreak many other types of relationships I don’t want in my life which means I’m much better at deciding what relationships are worth fighting for…

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