I was reacting to how I felt, rather than the situation itself. I am very sorry for the hurtful things I said, and I hope you can understand and forgive my outburst. Of course having a new baby in the family is exciting and chaotic. Please don't let my words detract from that.
As for my family, of whom each and every one of you with the exception of my Brother took it upon yourselves to berate me, shame me, tell me how awful I was and to complain about my language. Well guess what? That's what being Bi-Polar IS. Don't you dare sit there in judgement of me, claiming you read my blog and not saying a word to me about it, not one single comment about my day-to-day struggles or triumphs. Not a word of encouragement or "hang in there", but the second I express anger or conflict over something involving family, all of you are right there to put me back in my place, just like you've always done. Telling me how wrong I am, how I'm overreacting and I need to just get over it. Suppressing the unpleasant things and pretending they didn't happen. Just like always.
If this is how you plan to help me - silent approval until I get out of line - then do me a favor and just stop reading this thing.
I am a bipolar Mum to an Autistic 7 year old who is the most amazing person I know. We enjoy watching Doctor Who, Chuck and Top Gear together. I am currently navigating through the murky waters of separation and divorce. He cheated. He's an ass. A good Dad, but an ass. I am the Master of Inappropriate Humour, witty sarcasm and am an Excel Guru. (How random is that?). I'm often seen wearing fingerless gloves, super-hero T-Shirts, cargo pants and Chucks.
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