exiled
i gave so many signs
- Jun 17, 2023
- 296
hi, i'm illicit.
this is just another entry; i'm following up on my first one.
i've been staying with this family for two weeks now and my dog and i feel like we are actually in a safe, loving home for the first time.
my dog and their dog are both golden retrievers and it's the sweetest, most beautiful thing to watch them get along and be happy together.
this family has shown me what it feels like to be in a healthy home - a home where husband loves wife, wife loves husband, kids are respectful but a little sassy, pursuing their dreams and getting into college, a dog that's a little bit naughty but so well loved. a dinner table where dad asks mom politely to pass the salt, and not name calling when dinner doesn't taste up to standards. it's a foreign world. most importantly, no one hits each other. no one threatens to kill each other. no one rapes each other. i didn't know that that's a family.
this morning, we all woke up at the crack of dawn to walk the dogs and head to church. the dad was awfully quiet and for a moment i wondered if i had been taking up too much space or if he wanted me gone. it made me feel really awful and out of place because he was just painfully silent and i already feel like i'm intruding. though, they had spent the last two weeks promising me they love having me and that i'm hardly even noticeable because i'm so respectful + out of the way.
the car ride to church was miserable. thirty minutes of awkward silence and angry sighs. i was reminded of the times my own mom and dad had just gotten done fighting, and the silence that would follow after my dad beat up my mom. but, the mom of my brand new family did not get beat up by her husband. but apparently, they are fighting.
my new "mom" and i took the dogs out for a walk after church and she admitted to me that they're fighting. that they are struggling in their marriage. that marriage is damn hard and they don't think they are moving in the same direction anymore. they have two (nearly) adult daughters and the husband fought through and survived stage four cancer recently. i thought this family was tight as can be but i'm learning there IS no such thing as perfect.
my heart breaks. it really feels awkward right now because they are helping me but they won't talk to each other and i feel even more out of place. i'm too scared to even try and get my own place again, i don't know how to do anything.
i'm so uncomfortable and it's so awkward. i selfishly wish they'd stop fighting; i'm triggered and i want to die.
this is just another entry; i'm following up on my first one.
i've been staying with this family for two weeks now and my dog and i feel like we are actually in a safe, loving home for the first time.
my dog and their dog are both golden retrievers and it's the sweetest, most beautiful thing to watch them get along and be happy together.
this family has shown me what it feels like to be in a healthy home - a home where husband loves wife, wife loves husband, kids are respectful but a little sassy, pursuing their dreams and getting into college, a dog that's a little bit naughty but so well loved. a dinner table where dad asks mom politely to pass the salt, and not name calling when dinner doesn't taste up to standards. it's a foreign world. most importantly, no one hits each other. no one threatens to kill each other. no one rapes each other. i didn't know that that's a family.
this morning, we all woke up at the crack of dawn to walk the dogs and head to church. the dad was awfully quiet and for a moment i wondered if i had been taking up too much space or if he wanted me gone. it made me feel really awful and out of place because he was just painfully silent and i already feel like i'm intruding. though, they had spent the last two weeks promising me they love having me and that i'm hardly even noticeable because i'm so respectful + out of the way.
the car ride to church was miserable. thirty minutes of awkward silence and angry sighs. i was reminded of the times my own mom and dad had just gotten done fighting, and the silence that would follow after my dad beat up my mom. but, the mom of my brand new family did not get beat up by her husband. but apparently, they are fighting.
my new "mom" and i took the dogs out for a walk after church and she admitted to me that they're fighting. that they are struggling in their marriage. that marriage is damn hard and they don't think they are moving in the same direction anymore. they have two (nearly) adult daughters and the husband fought through and survived stage four cancer recently. i thought this family was tight as can be but i'm learning there IS no such thing as perfect.
my heart breaks. it really feels awkward right now because they are helping me but they won't talk to each other and i feel even more out of place. i'm too scared to even try and get my own place again, i don't know how to do anything.
i'm so uncomfortable and it's so awkward. i selfishly wish they'd stop fighting; i'm triggered and i want to die.