Thanks WOES, I know what you mean. I tend to get irritated when people try to fix things and think, "Just shut up and let me whine about it a minute."
When we walked in the house, it was like a switch when off and he was huffing and grousing about. He was already angry. And I guess I didn't help the situation by trying to fix anything.
Do you have a tendency to equate your self worth to your ability to manage/fix difficult situations?
I guess in a way I always have. I have always allowed to people to project things on me, (gotta love enmeshed families.)
it becomes my responsibility, and therefore I take the fall or reap the benefit depending on the result of the issue. If someone gives you a job, you do it, and do it right. And if you know anything about Dad...you do your bloody best and don't mess up.
When I do good, I don't have to worry about his wrath. I see his smile of approval and know that everything is ok in the world. I can breathe easily. When I do bad, I will face his wrath and displeasure till he decides he is over it.
The first vivid memory I have of his displeasure for a mess up, was when I was in 2nd grade. I got a B in math. God he was so angry. And I got a whipping for it. How ironic that math ended up being a weak point for me, I needed extra help, and I eventually cheated in math all thru high school. Even more ironic, he cheated his way thru high school. So go ahead, tell me how bad my B in 2nd grade was Dad.
Even to this day, we're held to a "standard". We are the "examples". People are watching us, they look up to us. Good Golly Miss Molly. I understand you want to be proud of your children. At the same time, we're human, dang it.
So yes. Fix it = Good Aubrie
Don't fix it = Bad Aubrie
Mr. Aubrie clearly sees value in you. Do you?
Not 100%, but more and more I can see it. There was a time I didn't feel worthy of any happiness or even life itself. I was a waste of air. I was a waste of space. There was nothing of me to love.
I really, really screwed my life up. For the most part, my parents were pretty good. My life was a fairy tale compared to so many of the horrors I've read here. But because of FOO, abuse and...life, I grew warped. Now, I'm all pruned back, staked and propped up, and trying to grow straight. Every now and then a little branch shoots out and there's beautiful flowers. More and more I see the new actions and growth and am proud of what I am.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and see the naked branches and the stakes and props and think, "Oh God. So not worth it." Guess that's when I psych myself up and stick with it anyway.