Cherry Crumpet
Hiraeth
- May 7, 2018
- 265
It's funny. I always thought I'd be a mother. Even though it wasn't something I actively perused or thought about, I just assumed when I was "middle aged" I would... well... end up with a family... because isn't that what most people do?
When I hit 30, the big panic began and I made a plan. Lose this much weight by 33. Meet someone at 34. Get married at 36. Have a child. Be a mother. Be normal.
I'm three days away from 37 right now. I'm 34 lbs heavier than I was at 30. I had a relationship for two years - that ended in December. My life feels like it's in shambles. I can see all of the dreams I had.. my checklists.. all of them broken. I failed at all of them.
I drink wine after work.
My mom doesn't have the money to live on her own. She lives with me. We live in my one bedroom apartment. I live for her though. She is my reason now.
I take prescribed xanax everyday.
This is my life.
...
Pretty funny huh? It seems like a joke to me.
Sometimes I feel like nothing is left for me. I need to stay for my mother though.
Other times I try to think that maybe I didn't want any of that.. because it was never something I activly desired in the moment. It was just something 'out there'. I just felt like it was what I should want. And then I confuse myself even more. Wondering what the fuck I even want out of this life. What do I really want, and what do I just feel socially conditioned to think I 'want'? But I know something hollow and tender breaks a little bit more each time I think of the child I will never have. That must mean something, right?
I feel like I'm on a precipice. Teetering on a taunt line or something. On one side, is absolute despair while on the other side is a foggy unclear vision of what might be a fulfilling life. If I can find it.
Thanks for listening...
When I hit 30, the big panic began and I made a plan. Lose this much weight by 33. Meet someone at 34. Get married at 36. Have a child. Be a mother. Be normal.
I'm three days away from 37 right now. I'm 34 lbs heavier than I was at 30. I had a relationship for two years - that ended in December. My life feels like it's in shambles. I can see all of the dreams I had.. my checklists.. all of them broken. I failed at all of them.
I drink wine after work.
My mom doesn't have the money to live on her own. She lives with me. We live in my one bedroom apartment. I live for her though. She is my reason now.
I take prescribed xanax everyday.
This is my life.
...
Pretty funny huh? It seems like a joke to me.
Sometimes I feel like nothing is left for me. I need to stay for my mother though.
Other times I try to think that maybe I didn't want any of that.. because it was never something I activly desired in the moment. It was just something 'out there'. I just felt like it was what I should want. And then I confuse myself even more. Wondering what the fuck I even want out of this life. What do I really want, and what do I just feel socially conditioned to think I 'want'? But I know something hollow and tender breaks a little bit more each time I think of the child I will never have. That must mean something, right?
I feel like I'm on a precipice. Teetering on a taunt line or something. On one side, is absolute despair while on the other side is a foggy unclear vision of what might be a fulfilling life. If I can find it.
Thanks for listening...