This is one of those times I can’t explain the problem. It has been a lovely weekend. We got a lot done. We had nice family time. We had a nice visit with my husband’s cousin who was in from the West Coast. All was well. I even had time out of the house yesterday, time for quiet and for myself. The weather was absolutely perfect – warm and breezy, not humid.
So why do I feel so down? There is nothing that I can put my finger on, aside from missing a friend that I don’t see any more. I wish that I would cry and get this out of my system. I feel like I need to cry, like a sadness around the edges. I can’t figure this out myself – how could I even begin to tell my husband or anyone else what’s going on?
Part of this may be my family. My mother and stepfather both have been starting to make little digs at me again. It is hard to take. I can limit my exposure to an extent but not completely. And it makes me sad to think that I need to limit my exposure to a parent. That’s not how things are supposed to work. And yes, I know I’m old enough to realize that sometimes things don’t work they way you expect. Sigh. I will work my way out of this – I think it just caught me by surprise that they could get to me anymore. Well, they did use the perfect target – my children. Say anything you want about me – don’t start in on my children.
Ugh. You can pick your friends, but family you get whether you like it or not.