What's so strange, is that this is a group that often gave me nothing but a hard time. They are very aloof people, some of the biggest snobs I have ever met, some of the biggest losers I have ever met.
I have always, always wondered what MIL would have to say about the turn out of her many children. So many. So much dysfunction, so much not getting along, so much narcissism and they don't even appreciate each other. The sisters are a hair more personal but you have to watch the gossips and sorry, but I get very tired of small talk. Years and years of small talk, but years and years of things the same and now ripped away.
So many of them are divorced or have live-in relationships and I notice now, it's very astute for me nowadays, to see how awful the inlaws treat the outlaws, for yes, I forget who posted that but I was the youngest "outlaw". Some of them are 20 years my senior, some the same age as my parents.
I think because the changes are so many, so vast and so big that I can't compartmentalize them in my dark hours and I see it all drifting away, like a torrential flood and I am on a raft but no one is there to help. People say polite things and they want to help, but in the thick of things or my daily life, there is no one but DD and my elderly little cat.
I take comfort from them, though and have word from my lawyer that they cannot be taken away from me, nor the baby-no more can be taken away from me than has already been, according to him and Perv is doing some things that could get him hot water with the law, now that the divorce process he wanted is happening.
There are other things I can't figure out or find answers for and they haunt me.
One I will ask that bothers me day and night is, why do I mourn the loss of a person who did such horrible things? He not only had the A, but did and said some of the worst things you ever could to another human that are not physical. He is too cowardly for that, though I understand I am a victim of emotional abuse and also of holding money/control abuse.
I cannot for the life of me, figure out why the daily crying is still coming and why I can't seem to let go of such a dirty, rotten soul as that man turned out to be. A friend of mine from growing up said it was like he sold his soul to the devil to get almost a permanent bathroom pass when he chose to sneak out that first night.
I understand fully, at long last, the extent of hurt and damage he created and left in his wake, but get mad at myself because I should be more detached. I think in my heart I don't really care anymore, but I wonder. It feels more maternal than anything else, worry that he will get himself in legal trouble because he's flubbed numbers, worry that he'll get in trouble and try to take DD out of jurisdiction.
I think of his health because I had to see him recently and he looks like no one I ever met-very bloated in the face and belly, which I meant to ask, does anyone know what a bloated face could mean?
I've read and heard all kinds of things, but I promise that I don't dwell on it-I think it was such a shock to see him at mediation I had to blink.
My doctors and counselor suggested the pregnancy could be holding me back and causing a lot more vulnerability with emotions? and I get angry because I just want to enjoy it. I always wanted one more and I struggle for it not to be ruined.
I'm sorry for my long posts, it seems to get pent up inside and all come out on here.
There is a lot I understand but a lot I don't, mostly human nature.
I do agree with all of you in my moments of clarity.