Sunday, July 11, 2010

When will it ever end?

I'm not going to waste your time with the details. The nutshell version is that my closest local friend who was also my doula during E's birth launched a major pregnancy/birth-related project, obviously several months if not years in the making, and I heard about it through someone else. On Fac.ebook, of all places, when I was asked to "like" said project's page.

I'm also not going to waste your time with the freaking dissertation I could write about all the many ways this has ruined my night*. Poor M got an itemized list over dinner. Know that they are plentiful. And know that at least 90% of them are self-absorbed, infertility-and-traumatic-birth-scarred bullshit**. I know this, and yet I can't turn them off.

I have M as a barometer for how a normal, rational person should respond to this situation, and compared to her, I am like some kind of sad, deranged narcissist.

I have been feeling really proud of myself lately - like I might finally be getting a little distance and perspective. Apparently not. I guess I just needed the right trigger to be right back where I started.

No, that's not fair to say. I'm not back where I once was. I don't view every pregnant belly as part of a conspiracy and I have ventured back into certain physical and online spaces I had to stay away from for a long time. I'm better than I was. I guess that makes it all the more surprising (and infuriating) when something so minor can unleash this torrent of sadness and disappointment and frustration.

I just want to be a normal person with normal emotional responses to life. I'm so, so sick of this twisted gift that keeps on giving. I know you all are too, which is why I'm here. I just need to vent to some people who get it, so thanks for listening.

*Here's one weird one, though - perhaps you can help me with it: One of the things that is most upsetting to me is the fact that I can't figure out why she wouldn't tell me. It makes me feel left-out; it makes me feel stupid for not being able to see whatever it is; and it makes me feel nervous and defensive - like whatever I'm missing is going to come crashing down on my head at any second. There is some Reason X why she didn't think I could handle the information or she didn't trust me with it or she didn't value me enough to share it or something else I haven't even considered. Whatever it is, it ain't good. I feel lame for being so upset over something I can't even define, but the fact I can't define it is kind of the point. Not only was I kept in the dark, I'm still there in a way. Any insights to normalize or clarify this jumble would be appreciated.

**10% have nothing to do with anything infertility- or pregnancy- or baby-related and are just plain old hurt feelings at being left out. I literally talk to this woman for several hours every single weekday, and many weekends, too. We talk about anything and everything, or so I thought. But I know that even those feelings are tinted by my residual hurt feelings at being blindsided by her pregnancy announcement, which brings us back to... you get the picture.

4 comments:

Elise said...

I don't know when it will end. I fear for myself that the answer may be never. But you are right that you aren't alone. ((hugs))

Inlocoparentis said...

For what it's worth, I think you would be just as hurt if it were not pregancy/birth related. It's about relationship reciprocity - you share all of these intimate details about your life, and she's undertaking some huge project and building a website for it without saying word one. Honestly, it kind of adds insult to injury that it's pregancy/birth related - it's like she thinks you are too fragile? COME ON. I'm sure she's coming from a good place, but oy vey.

Thank god you have M to keep you leveled out, because I'm not doing that great of a job here. But my reaction would be exactly the same.

anofferingoflove said...

just wanted to echo the "you're not alone" sentiment ... i would have reacted the very same way. **hugs**

tbean said...

I agree with ILP, it seems to me like the salient point here is that she kept something big from you, regardless of what the subject matter is, that feeling of being shut out is a sore spot. And when it is pg related, it just rubs the wounds harder. I hope you can talk it through with her.