More parenting commentary from Golden
So...once again, Golden and I are butting heads.
Hey [Petunia],
I have thought, felt and processed a lot about myself and us of late and I want to share some of what I have learned with you.
Before I start I need to prefix why I am using explicit language. There are times, like now, where **I** need explicit language. I need the distinction between my feels and thoughts to be clear. Sometimes I need there to be drawn out distinctions of other’s thoughts and feelings, or between me and another in more general terms.
So the use of explicit, direct and clear language is about me and has nothing to do with you. There are times however were I need others to do be explicit with me.
I acknowledge your desire to use explicit language, but I want to point out that in an exchange between two individuals it can be assumed that each person is presenting their take on the situation and they are not saying they have the empirical viewpoint. Thus it is not necessary to prefix every sentence with “in my opinion” or “to me it feels like,” and other qualifiers. To do so makes the exchange clunky and awkward.
Now on to the email!
My goal with this email is to express my thoughts and feelings in the present, past and possible future with you.
So let’s start with the present and future
I love you. I really do. While I accept that we are transitioning to being friends, I naively hope that we someday will discover a romantic relationship that is mutually rewarding. To be clear, I do not assume or expect the latter to happen, deep down I hope that I am right that it does happen, again.
Now on to the past
As much as I love you I also have come to accept over the last few months that what I and you wanted from our relationship were not the same thing. As sad as I am in the present, I think transitioning to friends is a good thing for me and you. I attempted to do this around Christmas and was only partly successful. In any case, I think our current path will lead to a new and healthier relationship. I don’t know what kind of relationship, but I bet it will be a loving one. In any case, I want to share with you my thoughts and feelings about happened recently.
This makes me happy, because I’d very much like to be good friends.
Please accept that the following is my current understanding and is not intended to represent the truth or your reality. I am sure your perspective and the meaning of events and situations will be different. Please respect my options and experiences even when they symbolize something very different to you.
Before I go on to my story of us, I want to share a couple of things about me which I feel are significant in this context.
At my core I am driven to be better, to become the best self I can be. This is a never ending quest, which I do not know if I will ever stop doing. I am often blind to how my goal of self-improvement affects others. I forget how the closer a person is to me, the more my drive to improve myself spills over on to them. Sometimes my drive is infectious and people jump on my bandwagon-of-awesomeness. Lol! Other times, I mistakenly put a person on a path the bandwagon-of-self-improvement whether they want to or not, and/or sometimes not in the way (or direction) they want nor is authentic to them… I am trying hard to be mindful and accountable of the latter, the negative influence I have on other.
You’ve expressed this to me multiple times, but I think your perception of how it affects others is skewed. Your drive to improve yourself should not spill over onto others. Self-improvement is not about others; it’s about self. If it’s spilling over onto others, then it’s not self-improvement. From my experience, it’s like you feel that you can improve others by drawing attention to areas you perceive as needing work. It’s like you are parenting your peers. Not. Your. Job.
To be honest, it comes off as condescending.
Our relationship has been hard for me for a long time. I have already talked about this so I won’t go into detail. While things got very rocky I fondly remember you saying in bed one night (sometime after Christmas), “I believe we are actually going to make it!”… I thought the same.
At the time, what I didn’t know was how Megan living here would challenge me (and us), in ways that I feel lead to the end of our romantic relationship.
To try and keep this short, I think three factors came into play, first is my drive for improvement, second, my desire to be authentic, third our unique emotional bond (which stemmed from our romantic relationship) and lastly your remarkable empathy ability with me.
Being authentic in this context is that I strive to be open, honest and vulnerable at all times. This means that I will do things and present myself in ways that at times appear fantastically courageous and at other times mind numbingly naïve; sometimes both can happen simultaneously. Lol!
I think the latter happened for me with regards to Megan living with us.
Note: It is crucial you believe what I am about to share with you, TRULY believe me when I state,
You are good mother.
Thank you.
Simply put, I honestly and whole heartily believe you to be a good mother. I have seen it with Taylor
and at times with Megan and Josh.
<--And this is where I want to tell you to shove it. You realize that you totally negate any positive comments you made in regards to my parenting when you put a qualifier on it, right? Nice job.
Do you realize that you have been privy to comments I made about my kids outside of their presence that does not affect their perception of me as a parent or impact their lives? You have no idea what they can handle or how they handle things. You do NOT know my kids. You have no knowledge of the history of my relationship with them.
You weren’t part of the heartbreaking conversation I had yesterday with Josh where he told me he is drinking himself to death – intentionally. You weren’t privy to me helping him see that he can make choices that will improve his life. You weren’t part of the exchange where I talked him off the ledge and gave him hope and encouragement and drew out of him what he would like to do with his life and then helped him formulate a plan on how to achieve that.
You haven’t been part of conversations with Megan about what she’d like to do in regards of where to live, Columbus or not, what she’d like for furniture and what she’s hoping I’ll help her with.
I don’t go all authoritarian dictating what they need to do. I listen to them, offer input if they want it, and support their decisions. And often I’m their cheerleader.
It occurs to me that you witnessed my parenting at a very uneasy time for me, so I probably wasn’t my best. Megan was in jail and then moving in with us. It was also Christmas time. The first Christmas I was celebrating with Bond and you. That had me nervous enough all by itself. There were so many levels of uneasy that it’s no wonder you saw some less than stellar parenting moments. But you need to back the fuck off now.
What I struggled with is that I have also seen you behavior in ways that I, and I think you too, would consider poor parenting. In my eyes you are a good parent, but at times exhibit poor parenting;
this is truth for all parents, none of us are perfect. Truth. While I think this is an implicit understanding I want to be explicit with you and prove to you what I mean, I ask you to understand and accept the following…
To me, judgment is a final option delivered onto another, in this case I think the judgment you might be feelings is that I think you are a bad parent. I do NOT think that. I think you are a good parent, with a difficult past and even more challenging present, parenting adult children. This is my understanding and from my position I am in no place to judge you, nor do I want to. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been to be an 18 (20) year old mother. I have no way of really understanding the hardship you faced and the choices you had to make.
I can however empathize and have compassion with you despite my inability to truly understand your lived experiences. Trust me when I say I can do these things (empathize, compassion, love and support without ultimate understanding), because I have busted-my-ass-off-in-the-last-two-years to do exactly that with [ex-wife].
I hope you finally understand and accept that I see you as a good mother who is doing her best.
Warning!... Now this is one of those times where I am going to be brave and naïve at the same time. I think you judge yourself too harshly on your past and how you could be doing better now. Please, make sure that when you are feeling judge that distinguish between your feelings and what you think I am feeling or thinking… I am not the one judging you.
to be continued...