I know I should be talking about this with the appropriate people, but it is difficult, so I will write it here.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair that you invite him here and then get mad when I choose to leave for the duration of his visit (I shut him out of my life for a reason, and I really have no desire to let him back in). You can choose to have him come around, but don’t try to guilt me into sticking around for it. I don’t want to spend time with him. That kind of interaction is just not good for me. I know this last time wasn’t so bad, but I refuse to push my luck. I have enough trouble with all the crap in my head as it is, I don’t need help going over the edge.
I chose to stay away most of the time last visit because I wanted to limit the chances of me being really triggered. I want to be completely gone this next time, because I don’t want to deal with all that he brings up in me (and quite frankly, I don’t want to deal with your anger either. You refuse to tell me what’s bothering you. You may hint at it, but you leave me pretty much guessing. I don’t want to have to keep guessing). It’s better for all concerned if we just took off while he was slated to visit.
I get it, we are annoying and frustrating, and you want us gone asap. We are working on that. But in the mean time, I refuse to forego everything that helps keep me sane. I will choose to spend my money how I see fit. I am saving what I can, and we will be out of your hair asap because that seems like what you desperately want. Hell, if I could afford to move us out today, I would because you are clearly bothered by our presence. But that’s just not realistic unless we suddenly win the lottery.
We try to help out around the house, but nothing is ever good enough for you. It’s always too messy, or too noisy, or too chaotic, or too quiet. Sorry. I don’t know how to win with that. Like I said, we are working on getting out of here so that you can go back to your quiet and solitary existence. My bad for assuming I could move back to my own house and be welcome.
I know the dogs are bothersome. I try to work on it, but I can’t do that alone. I had asked for help with it, but it seems to be too much to ask. Coming here has thrown everyone off. It will take extra work to get them settled again (it’s also really hard to do anything with them outside of the house down here. The state and municipalities make it impossible to go anywhere with them).
I’m also sorry that trying to include you in what we do outside of the house makes you so uncomfortable. I’m sorry us leaving the house bothers you (but then again, staying home seems to do the same thing). I know I can’t handle being cooped up all the time, and I’m pretty sure it drives L nuts also. If we could take the dogs, we would, but again, too hot and too restrictive around here,
I feel like everything we do is wrong. I feel like everything we do is too little. If we don’t to the dishes, that’s a problem. If we do the dishes but don’t do them correctly, that’s a problem. If we clean up, we never do it to your standards. If we don’t, you just make passive-aggressive comments about the mess, but don’t attempt to help take care of it. I feel like we can’t win… and I feel like we can’t ever talk about it because, at this point, you are too angry and we are too defensive.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to keep running from things and trying to dodge bullets flying at me from the dark… I want to fix my shit and move on with my life. I miss my “friends” and my safe spaces. I miss being away from all this chaos and triggers. I miss having some idea of where to turn for support… I hate feeling so lost and hopeless and broken. I want to figure shit out, get off disability, and get back to working again… I want my freedom back…