Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Bang Bang, He shot me down.

One of my triggers has always been sitting down to the dinner table family style.  When I was growing up every single dinner was served this way with my Mother and one end of the table, and my Dad at the other end.  L and I sat on one side and the older bother sat on the other side.  The only thing about the order that changed was who my mother was more pissed at me or my sister.  Usually it was her so she had the joy of sitting next to mom.  The table should have been a place for family conversations, fun and laughter.  Ours was listening to Dad tell stories of his day at the paper mill and my mother berating us for making noise or interupting my Dad with questions.  Most of this is a blur, I'm sure that there were dinners that no one got berated at, or Dad didn't have a funny story for us, I just don't remember them.  The ones I do remember were with mom pissed off and reaching out and smacking us for whatever infraction we had committed.  As we got older they turned from brain dusters to punches.  I remember L getting slapped in the face and bleeding from the cuts that her braces had inflicted and still having to finish her dinner.  She vomited on her plate, I'm assuming from the blood she had eaten, and mom made her finish her plate anyway.  Things like that happened to me as well but never that I remember did it happen to the older brother.

Moving forward to last night.  I can't stand to have yelling or arguing at the table.  To the point where I quit sitting down to family dinners with my kids a long long time ago.  We at in the living room in front of the TV.  Every time we sat at the table, X would yell at someone for something and I would get nauseous and leave the table.  So I quit doing it, like 10 years ago.  I can remember the last time, he was yelling at the oldest for something and I just couldn't stand it.  I went into the bathroom and vomited and that was it.  I even got rid of the table that seated four and got one that only sat 2 so the kids would have somewhere to eat their breakfast.  When I left X I got a table that seated 4 but it was only used when we had company.  Ever since M has been here, we eat at the table.  The meals have been enjoyable and fun and conversation has flown and it was great.  Until last week.  M and I have been married for 6 months now and the kids are finally comfortable enough with him to start acting up.  The oldest tried to play a game on him, and I squashed it but he was very angry with her.  He had every right to be angry as it was completely stupid and would have never worked simply because he and I talk.  Much to her chagrin, I busted it wide open and he was so pissed at her that he made her stand in the corner from the time she got home until I got home.  He made a wonderful dinner and we sat down to it like usual.  The one big difference was that he wasn't done being pissed at her yet.  While we ate (me with my face down staring at my plate, trying not to vomit), he yelled at her.  To me it felt like it was going to go on forever and I rushed through my food and left the table as soon as I possibly could.  He thought I was angry.  I wasn't angry.  Angry wasn't possible for me at that point.  Just not losing it was all I was able to manage.  Considering my past, and what a huge trigger it is for me, I'm pretty damn proud of myself that I managed to stay sitting at the table.  I did skate as soon as my food was done, but at least I finished my food.  I actually managed about 1/2 hour more, then I shut down the computer and went to bed.  I had to get away from him.  I won't say that I've never felt like that before, but this time I didn't run.  In the past I would have gotten up by about the 4th word and went to bed right then and there.  Or more accurately, cowered between the bed and the wall for a while until I heard him on the stairs, then not wanting him to see what a basket case he married, I would jump into bed so he wouldn't see me there.  I'm getting better.  I didn't run.  I didn't hide.  I didn't cower.  I still couldn't talk to him until this morning, but I DID talk to him this morning.  And I'm writing about it tonight, knowing full well that he's going to read it, and not think I'm a basket case.  And love me more because I'm no longer running.  I'm dealing.  Yay me!

16 comments:

  1. *big hugs* We all have things we have to work through. It takes time and baby steps. Congrats on reaching the next step! :-D

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  2. Doesn't always feel like it, but I think that dealing is always better than running (I am a rather avid runner. Metaphorically speaking).

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  3. We, the founding members of the "I survived my Mother" club, hereby make you an honorary member. This membership comes with a prescription for xanax, a case of vodka, and years of therapy...Congratulations.

    In all seriousness, honey, i think you did great. Every little triumph, every minor victory, adds up and adds up until you win the game. Be proud of yourself, ok? Your strength is showing.

    <3 p

    oh lord...my word ver is 'yellin' !!!!

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  4. Baby steps, Hell they all begin to add up. Kudos to you for taking those steps!

    DY x

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  5. *snort, giggle, laugh* Thank you for the honorary membership pepper.

    Thank you ladies, I keep moving forward, even if it's an inch at a time.

    (still giggling pepper, thank you)

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  6. These past few posts have been wonderful, my love.

    *pinch poke spank*

    Thank you.

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  7. Having survived my own childhood hell, i'm all for communal support, so you are more than welcome.

    We just need to find a meeting venue...where the booze is allowed, of course. And burning things in effigy, too. :p

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  8. Happy LOL Day Vixen. Thanks for your lovely comment. Will be back to catch up on your posts.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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  9. You are welcome to drink and burn effigies in my back yard. Hell, run around naked and howl at the moon for all I care.
    But the effigies must be big enough to provide warmth from their burning. That's the only catch.
    I'll even give extra vodka to anyone who can make the neighbors run screaming from their homes. It will be fun!
    Venue provided. Voila!

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  10. Oh HELL yes rofl. Now who's the most centrally located? Kaya is in the UP, I'm in Wisconsin, land of cow shit and beer farts. I happen to know a few kink friendly camp grounds or we could just shack up here ;)

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  11. i think i'm already in danger of being burned at the stake here in Mass., so moving towards the middle is a good idea....lil, i can guarantee some screaming, though i don't guarantee the running...hee!

    Of course, we could always descend on my mother in law, in SoCal....naw, forget that. She scares me.

    i'll bring the chocolate!!

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  12. Vixen , I followed you back from my blog, hope you don't mind. If I bring a really big effigy, enough to keep us all warm can I join the club? I believe I've had a few meals like the one you described.

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  13. I never mind being followed, I enjoy my stalkers :D

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  14. Okay, so I have some catching up to do. I an intrigued so far. Thank you for commenting on my blog! It brought you into my radar! :)

    Now, I am gonna be opinionated! LOL. I didn't grow up with the level of yelling at the table as you, but I do recall my father picking at every little thing my brother did wrong. I think the dinner table should be a peaceful place, regardless of who is mad at who. If it's that bad, the angry one can eat elsewhere or all can be silent. But for god's sake, people need to eat in peace!

    Could you have a discussion with your hubby about your feelings on the dinner table? At some point, even when a child has been horrid and disrespectful, their punishment ends and the parent must let it go.

    Dinner should be peaceful!

    sarah

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  15. Oh all it took was him reading this post. He's a wonderful man and was not being cruel, just unaware.

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  16. @Vixen, that's good! :) I didn't see it as him being cruel when I read it, and I suspected he was unaware how this affected you. Good thing he now understands!

    sarah

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