I don’t know why I feel the need to share my life’s story with new people. It’s like I’m asking them to form an opinion about me before they’ve really earned the right. We have a new receptionist, and so far this morning, I’ve confided in her with things I don’t want to tell anybody else in my life. Why? Someday, this will bite me in the ass and someone will use the sensitive information I give them against me. I know this, but does it stop me from spilling my guts? No.
Maybe it is because I don’t feel that there is really anyone else in my life that I can confide in at this point. I used to have a couple… now I am at odds with those people or circumstances have cut-off our relationship. I don’t share everything with my boyfriend that I used to share with my previous boyfriend or my mom or my used-to-be best friend. It’s too much for him to have to wear all those hats. So he wears the boyfriend one, and even that wears him out once in a while.
I need a mother. I have a mother, but I need that relationship again. I so desperately want it with my mother, but it can never be the same as it once was. I can never tell her all the things that are concerning me, she doesn’t want to hear them. She loves me and she wants me to talk to her; she thinks she wants me to confide in her. But she doesn’t agree with my lifestyle, so how would she be able to handle the types of conversation I need to have. Conversation that she thinks only married people should have. How can I go to her with those things if she doesn’t even want to believe I’m experiencing them.
I’m 7 pounds heavier than I was 30 days ago. I’m 3 days late. I’m not super-concerned yet, but yesterday and today, my boobs have been hurting. And, though I could just be getting fat, my stomach has grown considerably and I can’t really suck it in anymore. I’m concerned.
I took a pregnancy test that came out negative… but I’m not ruling anything out for a while. We’ll see if my period comes.
I’m scared. I would like to talk to my mom about this. But I’m pretty sure her first response would be tears. She would cry because she would be so heart-broken that her first grandchild would be born out of wed-lock. She’d be convinced that the father and I, and possibly the baby, were all condemned to hell. She would be concerned about what everybody at her church would think.
This doesn’t affect my thinking on how I would handle the pregnancy or how I would love the baby. It doesn’t change how I would raise the child. It just make me so upset that my mom, as much as she wants to be, can’t really be the support I would need for something like this.
I don’t regret any decision I’ve made in my life. I’m so happy where I am, and I’m excited for the future. I just wish that my relationship with my mom had more substance to it so that it could have survived through all of the disagreements.
I’m constantly stuck between doing what’s best for me, and what would make her happy. It shouldn’t be that way.
To my future child, no matter what stage in my life that you come into– no matter what age I am, what my beliefs are, or how you are received by others, I will always love you. I will always do what is best for you. I will always want you to be happy. I will respect your individuality and encourage you to become your own person. I promise. I will be your mother no matter what differences we may have. I love you already. I will love you forever.
——3 Days later, I started. I’m not pregnant, I’ve lost those extra pounds, and I’m guessing that the gain was all that caused the delay. I guess I should have been happy. Is it bad that part of me was disappointed.
I’m definitely not ready for a kid… but what will happen when I do get pregnant? What will my relationship with my family be like at that point? Jared has said that he doesn’t want our children around my mom. Will I want them to be influenced by her? If things don’t improve, I don’t know that I will trust her with them.
Yeah, I’m definitely not ready for that kind of life-change.