I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry. – Christopher Moore, Practical Demonkeeping
Lately, life has been complicated, and I am slowly processing every memory, every thought, every experience, unfiltered, for possibly the first time in my life. I am drained, and still, life must go on.
Today, I was reading through one of my house brother’s blogs, and some of what he said made me think. It made me reexamine some things I said in my journey entry on August 26, 2016, and compare them to some things I said yesterday while angry.
One doesn’t generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things. – Robin McKinley, The Blue Sword
When one is angry, you say a whole slew of things you want to take back, but there is usually a grain of truth behind whatever you say.
Speak when you are angry, and you’ll make the best speech you’ll ever regret. – Laurence J. Peter
Snow and M were arguing over something that turned out to be a big misunderstanding, and guess who tried to jump in the middle and just made things worse? This guy right here, with his foot in his mouth!!! And while originally examining why I flew off the handle so quickly, I came up empty. I was in the right after all! Why should I apologize? But given a night of sleep and some time reading about others’ problems, I started remembering things I said a few months ago that Snow assumed were about him, and comparing them to the words I told him yesterday through angry FaceBook messages. Why did I think this way, and most importantly, did I actually think these things about him?
Looking back, all I can remember is how I felt time after time when Shaggy would call to tell me,
I’ve decided we need to break up because I want to date [insert whore’s name here] because she’s prettier than you.
Over five years of on again, off again, dating him, I heard that phrase ten times about ten different girls, and every time it would break my heart. But every time he would come crawling back, I honestly believed that no one else would or could ever love me. I was ugly and unwanted.
Fast forward to marrying my soul mate, the love of my life, and “they lived happily ever after”, that did not come for years, because every time I would turn around, he would be apologizing because he had cheated on me with some “whore with a computer” and did not know what to do when he was done with her. And every time I would forgive him and help him do whatever necessary to lose her, including packing up and moving ourselves half way across the country, but in the back of my mind I would be hearing Shaggy’s voice telling me that she was prettier than me.
Now here I am, in this Sanctuary, crying my eyes out, because while I love Snow and M, I do not honestly know if every time I get angry with them I will hear Shaggy telling me that M loves him more, that Snow is more attractive, that it is just a matter of time before I am yesterday’s trash. And that scares me!!! I want to form lasting and loving relationships with both of them, but I do not know if I will ever reach “survivor status”.