Monthly Archives: July 2009

It’s been a year… (pt 2)

Continued from yesterday’s post

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July 2008

July 2008Between January and May, I pretty much shut down emotionally.

Completely.

I put up agood front, but each night I would just sit in the dark and mope and simply forget the entire world around me.  Phone calls…bills…friends…mail…I didn’t care about any of it.  I was wasting money on nothing and not paying my bills.  If any friends DID call I wouldn’t have known…I only answered the phone for my parents and my daughter, putting on a brave front as much as possible.

In July I lost it.

I had just come back from a week-long vacation with The Rugrat, who had come down to visit.  We camped in a tent and had an amazing bonding experience that week.  When she left that Sunday, my world seemed to crash around me.  I realized that my only friend in the world was my daughter…and she was gone.

I didn’t think, emotionally, that I could sink any deeper.

Then on Monday I was in a training session.  It wasn’t a particularly weird one or hard one…but I was in rare form.  I was rude and sarcastic and defiant.  When our FREE CATERED LUNCH arrived I complained about the tomatoes on the subs.  Loudly and without justification.  I then went on a rant about something or other…I don’t remember anymore. All I know is that at the end of the day I had felt a lot better for getting things off of my chest, but I really didn’t have a clue just how bad my co-workers had been made to feel.  I acted like a total jerk for no reason whatsoever and was oblivious to it.

A week later, my world crashed around me and I pretty much hit rock bottom.

I was called into a small room and there sat my supervisor with HIS supervisor sitting next to him.  They explained to me that my job was in jeopardy. My work was A+ and wasn’t in question.  My attitude, however, was the issue.  My boss’s boss proceeded to tell me of the complaints  he had received about my anger issues and how I was making people around me feel uncomfortable.  He said people were under the impression that I was a Jeckly & Hyde personality…perfectly fun one minute but super angry the next.

This all hit me like a ton of bricks.  This job is the only one I’ve ever really liked since graduating from university.  This job is one I could potentially see as a career.  My supervisor looked like I had kicked him in the stomach.  His boss actually interviewed me for the job a year prior and you could tell that I wasn’t living up to his expectations.

But to know that I was making those around me uncomfortable…well that just really hit me.  Hard.

I was asked to sign a document that pretty much said “you have been warned” and then told I could go home if I wanted to.  I didn’t…I stayed and immediately enrolled in the company’s Employee Assistance Program.   That night I had absolutely hit rock bottom…both emotionally and also financially, as months and months of simply ignoring mail and phone calls and bills had caught up to me.

Looking back, it probably was a good 1-2 punch for me.  It woke me up and helped me realize what I needed to do in order to get back on my feet.  At that point, there was nowhere to go but up, right?

July 2009

July 2009The online psychologist helped me work through a LOT of issues at the time.  It was soon after that I changed my entire outlook on life. That may sound a bit cliche, but it’s 100% true.  I can’t tell you how much my personality has changed for the better in the past year.  It’s literally a night-and-day situation.  The CBG you know from this blog is the CBG that I’ve always wanted to be my entire life, but never could be due to repressed emotions.

I don’t think I would have ever married The Ex if I was the person I am today (not to mention I wouldn’t have The Ankle Biter in my life), so it’s not like I’ve got any regrets about my life.  I’m perfectly content with the mistakes I’ve made as an adult and totally happy with who I am as a person right now…which I’ve never been before.

I’m a good person.  I’m a good father.  I’m a good boyfriend.  I’ll be a good husband.

It feels good to be able to write this story down. I remember having dinner with Sunshine awhile back and telling her the details.  It was hard for me because it meant re-visiting the person that I used to be…the person I can’t believe I was.

But after doing it, I felt free of the chains that my past life had wrapped around me.  That’s one of the wonderful things that Sunshine brings into my life…an ear and an open mind.

I’m in such a better place now.  I look in the mirror and actually like what what I see, which is a huge step-up from the self-hatred and self-loathing that used to engulf me whenever I saw myself.

Life, my friends, is good.  It could always be better…but I’m definitely okay with where things are.


It’s been a year… (pt 1)

calendarSo I was emailing a good friend of mine in Ontario recently and hadn’t talked to her in months.  She has been a great friend to me over the years and was especially last year, when I needed support the most.

I knew she’d want an update on how I was doing now emotionally.  As I was writing, I began the “self-analysis” that has become a staple in my life as a way to help battle my inner demons and such (yikes…so dramatic).

So this inward journey I’ve taken since July of ’08…it’s been really strange, actually, and probably will be a little hard to describe in just a few words.  Basically, I guess I had a “moment of clarity” when I was confronted a year ago and it’s been a healing process ever since…one that has rewarded me with more happiness than I could have ever imagined.

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December 31st, 2007

HappyNewYearI had no idea how I was acting at the time…I didn’t realize that I was going through a major grieving process.

I was still going through the pain of my separation from March of that year, the occasional visits from (and subsequent goodbyes to) my daughter, my mother’s brain tumor diagnosis, my cousin’s tongue-cancer diagnosis, my grandmother’s hospitalization, then the New Year’s Eve horror-fest where I had to call 911 for my mom while trying to take care of my dad (who was a blathering mess), the pets (2 cats and a dog…had to move ‘em before the ambulance arrived), plus my little brother AND my visiting daughter (both of whom were in the basement playing and oblivious to the medical issues upstairs).

I had to stand there and watch my mom being carried out on a stretcher while trying to get my father to be strong enough to follow the ambulance in a snowstorm to the hospital.  It’s not something I’d wish upon my worst enemy.

It was far and away the worst night of my life.

To cap it all off, my daughter was flying back home the next day.  Yeesh.   DEFINITELY not how I wanted her visit to end.

March 2008

March 2008Then my mom’s hospitalization and subsequent muscle failure (she couldn’t stand…her muscles had all atrophied while she was in the hospital), my father’s kidney issues (being rushed to the hospital once or twice a week for two months +), my grandmother’s passing, my cousin’s passing…all the while putting on a show that I was strong and was dealing with it all.

But I wasn’t.

I was holding everything in.  Everything. I didn’t talk to anybody about my feelings…primarily because I didn’t really have anybody.  Most of my friends from the marriage had either quietly “defected” to The Ex or just stopped talking to me altogether (or maybe I stopped talking to them…it’s still pretty foggy).  My friends from high school still lived 40 minutes away and I just didn’t feel like talking to them on the phone or driving to discuss my emotional issues.  I was never that good at opening up.  The one time I did and told my best friends about my marriage ending, they both got mad at me for “not trying hard enough”.  I guess I’ve never really forgiven them since.

All told, it was definitely affecting me at work.  I had no idea how bad it was, either.  I would blow up one minute over nothing…absolutely NOTHING…and then be perfectly calm the next.  I was a Jeckyl & Hyde…and totally oblivious to how that was affecting those around me.

Then came my depression.

Over a year after the separation I told myself that I was ready to date again…so I looked at online dating.  Yeesh…Plenty of Fish was a nice free website but the women who were responding to me weren’t exactly what I was looking for.

So at the end of the day, online dating only made me more depressed.  I’ve only since realized (which most people realize on a daily basis) that I can’t allow myself to love somebody else until I can actually LIKE myself first. And it took me until recently before finally reaching that point.  I’m finally there now…for the first time in a very long time, if ever.

Self-loathing takes many forms and has been a burden I’ve carried for many a year.  Thankfully, that dark cloud no longer hangs over me.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Hump-day update

Hey gang (so much for Wordless Wednesday…).

After finishing the next two-part post (yeesh) that will be going up tomorrow and Friday, I realized that things were starting to appear kinda bleak-ish for good ol’ CBG.

I guess I just wanted to let everybody know that this week has been a “purge” week of sorts…and that I’m actually doing awesome!

So while the next two days were REALLY heavy for me to write (it’s taken a year to be able to adequately put everything into words), know that it’s been a great experience to get some of these burdens off of my chest and out into the open.

I guess I should update you on what is actually taking place with me this week:

  • Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy

    Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy

    I’m preparing for an awesome extended weekend with Sunshine.  I’m leaving after work on Friday and heading straight out to see her.  She’s purchased herself a hot little dress and is taking ME out to a dinner date…so needless to say I’m really excited about that (among other things).  Then either Saturday morning or Sunday morning (depending on the weather) we’re going to get up at 5am and drive to the local waterfront park to watch the sunrise.  Then she’s actually coming back home with me on Sunday and staying until Tuesday morning!!  So yeah…it’s looking like a GREAT weekend ahead!!

  • Ankle Biter & CBG: 07-25-09

    Ankle Biter: 07-25-09

    Ankle Biter, as you could tell from Sunday’s pictures, is awesome.  Unfortunately, I won’t be seeing him for a week.  Y’see, his babysitter takes two weeks off every year so for the next two weeks The Ex and I are each taking a week off to spend it with him.  As you can guess, next week is The Ex’s week.  She’s going home to her family for the week on vacation (about 90 minutes away) so he’ll be gone until next Friday.  The good news, though, is that I’ve got him from Friday night straight through until the following Friday…and I’m absolutely STOKED.  I’ve got a lot of things planned so it should be a fantastic week.

  • Wait...is she throwing up a gangsta sign or becoming a hippy?  Hmmm...

    Rugrat: 03-05-09

    The Rugrat has called me that past two nights in a row!!  This has been a very exciting turn of events for me.  It’s weird, though…we don’t seem to be able to find a whole lot to talk about.  After the whole “how are you? what are you up to? questions, there doesn’t seem to be much more there at the moment.  I’m hoping it’s just because of the age right now.  In fact, I know it is because when we’re together we have no problem talking…so it’s probably a combination of her age and my inability to really carry a conversation on the phone.  All in all it doesn’t matter…she’s called me twice in two days.  Paint me happy!

So that’s a quick rundown.  Like I said, I really wanted to pop this out quickly (#thatswhatshesaid) because I knew how heavy this week’s posts have been and will continue to be.  I’ll definitely do my best to update everybody from Sunshine’s on how the weekend is going (at least via Twitter if nothing else).

Hope everybody’s ‘Hump Day’ is going well.  The weekend is almost here!


Wordless Wednesday

No shame

It's a tarp!

Ankle X-Ray

Why delicious?

The bus stop

Statler and Waldorf


The pros and cons of life at the moment (pt 2)

…continued from yesterday

It’s strange how sometimes life can be going so well in some areas, yet just bash you in the head in others.

Just when I thought I was getting only a couple of things off of my chest, off I went on a tangent and wrote way too much for just one post.  So consider this the follow-up to yesterday’s ramblings.

Again, the last thing I want to do is sound like I’m whining here.  I just feel the need to throw some feelings in the air and see where they land.

Okay…let’s see what else is on my mind:

  • Everything okay?Work.  I love my job…I really do.  I’ve got a position that could turn into a career for me, even if it doesn’t pay the most at the moment.  And while I’m finally in a position that makes me extremely happy, I’m bothered by those around me who get opportunities to do other things within the organization.  I shouldn’t complain, either…I’m on the United Way committee and get to do a LOT of fun things at work while raising money for charity.  I’ve also been asked to MC an employee recognition ceremony that’s taking place in September (I MC’d the ceremony two years ago).  I’m always asked to participate in things that aren’t really work-related.  But I guess there are times where I wish my “fun-loving nature” would turn into “respect at work”.  Pull your own weightI dunno…maybe I’m reading too much into things.  Maybe it shouldn’t matter.  Maybe I need to not worry about moving up and just worry about doing the absolute best I can at what I do. It just bothers me when my boss leaves on vacation for 2 weeks and he asks 3 other people on our team to do various functions and tasks while I got nothing.  Of course, I’m crazy busy so I guess I shouldn’t expect to be given MORE things to do.
  • Rugrat...growing up too fast?

    Rugrat

    My daughter still isn’t calling me as much as I’d like.  We talked just last night and it was amazing, but it’s not nearly as much as I’d like it to be.  Whenever I call, I either get voice mail or her mom telling me that she’s not there.  I don’t think she’s mad at me or anything…she’s just being a 10-year-old and enjoying the summer.  But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve recently wished I never allowed her mom to leave the province.  I mean, she asked me and I said ‘yes’…the potential for them as a family having a better life in Ontario than here was the major issue.  I want the best for my daughter (as would any parent).  I just didn’t think that her mom and step-dad would be able to do that in the area around here that they were living.  So I had to make the choice.  I struggle with that decision every day.  Sure…she might be better off overall in many areas of her life.  But our relationship has certainly been affected.  I wonder if one day she’ll ask me why I just let her go and didn’t fight for her to stay.  I wonder that same question myself.

  • Ankle Biter

    Ankle Biter

    My son.  I don’t know if anything else in the world makes me happier than the smile on my son’s face.  Everything that I didn’t do with the Rugrat…every part of her life that I’ve missed, every birthday or holiday that I wasn’t around…I’m doing my damndest to make-up with my son.  The biggest reason I’m so committed to my relationship with the Ankle Biter is because of something The Ex said to me in the heat of an argument just before we split up.  I don’t remember the conversation, or what caused this particular bit of venom to spit out…but when she told me, “I know you never wanted him.  I know you’ll never love him, either…” well that just killed me (regardless of whether or not she meant it in the heat of an argument…it was pretty harsh and has always stuck with me).  It also helped me focus because now I make the most out of every waking minute I’m with him.  Am I a perfect dad?  No…far from it.  There are certainly times when I should be prying him away from the television in order to go outside or play a game of some sort.  But I’m here for him.  He’ll never grow up wondering where dad is.  He’ll ALWAYS know that he’s got a friend in me (jeez…now I’ve got Toy Story running through my brain).  And if I’ve made any mistakes with the Rugrat, I know I’m going to do whatever I can to learn from those and ensure I don’t do the same things with the Ankle Biter.

Whew!  Okay…I think I’m done now.  Two days worth of venting is now over.

Thank goodness for the Blogosphere.  This time two years ago I would have kept everything inside and let it affect those around me (more on that tomorrow).

Anybody who doesn’t think blogging is an amazing form of self-therapy doesn’t blog…or doesn’t blog correctly.  Heh.


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