Check-In
I am happy to see Wednesday. Yesterday was one of those days where it was just too much. I was not up for a 12+ hour work day with everything that was weighing on my mind.
I am glad that I took a day to myself. I had no idea how stressed out I really was. I was in denial about the stress. I am the butterfly of optimism, but yesterday, reality hit like a stack of stones.
I accept that this situation is very sad and highly unfortunate. I appreciate all of the advice. Some of it has been helpful for sure. I helped to create this mess, and there are two paths. Path A is that path that was taken and has continued to be taken. I know what happens when walking down that path. Matt's needs still get trampled over and ignored in lieu of what someone else wants. Path B involves cutting the ties now instead of prolonging the inevitable. This path involves possibly hurting my children. I know it should be about them, but as their mum, I have a say in what is best for them. Stability in their home life is essential. The marriage between us is one of the first relationships they will be exposed to on a consistent and daily basis. We need to show them an example of what a healthy relationship looks like. The number of people in this relationships is neither here nor there. Feuding parents who end up just sharing space due to conflict of interest with the third parental figure is not healthy or a conducive environment for them. No, I do not want to teach them certain things like, "If you get mad at someone, it is okay to cut them off and dismiss them as if they never mattered." That is not quite part of the lesson plans of life format that I care to follow.
Si continues to be an ongoing issue of contention in our marriage. We do not discuss her outside of counselling. The only time we do is if an issue arises that cannot wait until Thursday afternoon. It is counterproductive to keep pushing this issue and hoping that he will change. It is crystal clear that he is not going to change. We are in counselling for lack of communication and lack of listening on my part. Amongst other things, of course. If I continue to go against Matt, it is only a matter of time before it falls apart again, and this time there may be no recovering from it.
After much thinking, soul searching, and weighing the pros and cons, I think I have made a decision. I am stopping them from being around Si. I realise it is hurtful, may not be right or agreeable to all, etc., but in order for counselling to work and to restore some semblance of peace, in my heart of hearts, I believe this is the right decision. This decision was not made in haste. I remained neutral and kept my personal feelings out of it. I reviewed the facts. I took Matt's perspective and all thoughts and sensible feelings into account. I viewed it from Si's point of view, too. I put myself in their shoes and asked, "How would YOU handle this, Ry?" While in Matt's shoes, I realised I would have left a long time ago and stopped tolerating it. While in Si's shoes, I felt hurt, like I had already lost so much, and this would be another blow. I viewed it from daughter's point of view. This is someone that has been in her life and part of it since before she was born. (In the back of mind, I remembered what Matt said about the nanny being part of her life the same amount of time but not expecting her to call her mummy or act like she was her mother, and she sees her every day.) Did we force her to call Si mum? What is the difference between Si and the nanny? Why did she not associate the nanny with being like a mum?
For the first time, I feel like giving Si those kind of parental rights was a mistake. I hope this is not coming from a place of frustration and tiredness. I know people do parenting all kinds of ways. For some, shipping their children off to boarding school from the ages of 11-18 and living child-free is their way way of being a parent. For some, pawning their minor children off on friends or family so they can gallivant all around the world and chase behind a man or woman is their chosen method of parenting. For some, they prefer to have a team of nannies and be as hands off as humanly people. For some, staying at home and forgoing a career is their chosen way. None of those methods describe my style, though.
I choose to be a working mum, but I am involved in their lives every step of the way. No matter what is going on in my world, I stop and give them the love and attention they deserve. Those 15 minutes of playing peek-a-boo with my son, and that time I spend French braiding my baby's hair mean everything to them. I may be on the verge of tears or within seconds of falling apart, but I still give 150% to them. I am a mum, and I signed up to do this the minute I knew she existed. Even when I was 15k km away, I was still a mum. I do not get to stop being a mum because Matt makes me mad. I do not get to stop being a mum because my life has changed beyond recognition. I would not want to stop either. It is part of who I am until the day I die.
When Matt asks what Si has done to earn these rights, he is not being bitter or even expressing sarcasm. He genuinely wants to know because he does not understand what she brings to their lives or what she did to even be granted those rights. He asked me in counselling one day, "Where was she when we were potty training our daughter? Where was she when the first steps were taken? Where was she when our daughter was teething and hurting? Where was she after she received immunisations and was running a fever? Where was she during paediatrician appointments? Where was she when our daughter was having bad dreams and wanted someone to look under the bed for monsters? Where was she when tears needed to be wiped? Where was she when our daughter wanted someone to play with her and tickle her? Where was she when we had newborns, were up all night, and had to be at work for and operating under limited sleep?" It was like a firing squad. I could not answer a single question. He finally asked me, "Do you remember that night that we were both drained and laying there like we were lifeless?" I was like, "Yes." "Remember who was there and what was not said or even asked?" "Yes." Our counsellor asked who was there, and why does this matter? I responded, "Si." She asked Matt, "What is it about this night that bothers you?" Matt looked at her and said something to the effect of, "Her girlfriend saw how tired we were, and do you know she continued getting dressed to go clubbing with her friends? If she was so devoted, she would have realised that two tired people and a baby could have been a recipe for disaster and a safety hazard. I guess partying was more important." Our counsellor asked him, "Did you ask her to stay or tell her that you were tired?" His retort was, "I should not have to ask their other "parent" to help out. That should be a given. You see something needs to be done. Say the dishes. Do you wait until someone asks you to do them, or do you just do it yourself?" Her response, "I do what needs to be done without being prompted." Matt said, "I rest my case."
I am going to sleep on my decision, but I think it is what is for the best. I am going to finish watching "2 Broke Girls" and go to sleep. Today is a 10 AM day, so I can sleep a little bit later. I am still going to have breakfast with my children like I do every day. I missed the bedtime ritual, but I did talk to them on Skype before bedtime. Good-night.
Ry