Well it has been a rough week for Cris and I, but we are working together to make this right. (Thank you Pandora and Statler)
Today after reading another post and responding to it, I am thinking alot about my own scenario. Recently I have been dealing with issues for which I have not truly addressed yet. I need to resolve my feelings of resentment towards my parents.
I am harboring some issues against my mother and father for many things they did. Even though I know for a fact, that they did the best "they could", I feel as if I was slighted by them for their own selfishness. I think back to when they spent many years partying when I was smaller. Always saying how lucky they were cause I was a good, mello child. But they didnt know how much I processed during their activities.
But my perception is that even though they couldn’t do much for me, they still loved me and tried. But now, I can see that maybe it was their own desires to continue to have fun and live a little wild that I resent them even more.
For years, I always thought of them as loving and caring parents who were supportive and encouraged me to be self reliant and grow as a person. After realizing my PA a couple months ago, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about all the things that could have possibly led to my addiction. So many instances in my life I could blame on my addiction, but the bottom line is… my addiction was only a source to obtain pleasure. So I latched on to it. The only other times I was truly happy was when I was on the baseball field, hanging out with my friends or having fun with my Star Wars action figures.
I see the difference from my upbringing vs. my younger brother who is 17 yrs younger than I am.
Me... I had nothing much materialistic but my parents were more active with me up until age 12. Then my fathers addiction took precedence.
But my kid brother? By the time he was born, they bought him everything they couldn’t afford to buy me. But... he had little or no involvement from them. At least I had a good 12 yrs of "real parents" where they were active with me. For him, he got a ton of toys and games, but they were not active with him. The result: my brother has "zero" social skills because he stayed at home most of the time playing by himself.
The only time he did anything really was when I was around and took him out to play ball, or sporting events/movies etc. Of course there were times he did play with other kids his age, but not nearly enough. Yea, I resent that too because I became a father more or less for my little brother. Not that I mind that, but my brother lost out by not having his father be more active.
Oh how I wished they would have at least seen one of my baseball games in High School. Go to a game where I was scheduled to pitch and when there would be college or major league scouts in attendance. I was always excited as I warmed up, but also sad and depressed, wishing that either my mother or father would be there to see me play.
Even in college, I wished that they would come out to see at least one game! To see what had become of the little leaguer they helped coached when I was 9, 10 and 11 yrs old. I showed them pictures of when I played in college, but still, to have them there would have been even better. But I justified it because my brother was born after I graduated H.S.. So I felt that they needed to concentrate on him and give him the love and support I received. But unfortunately, they became more interested in making him happy by buying him toys and babying him to death. And now? He’s a secluded, unemployed 20 yr old still living at home with zero aspirations.
One thing that my mother has said in recent years that I guess still ticks me off is she tried to scold me about being hard on my little brother. She actually had the stones to tell me that I didnt understand the pressure of playing football or baseball on the freshman team in H.S. like my brother did and try to get his homework done? Hmmm...? Sorry mom, you're right, I was only wrestling at varsity level and then playing baseball too, trying to earn a scholarship or get drafted because I didnt have money to go to a major university. Yep, I guess that hurt me a little... but I kept my mouth shut. Oh well right?
Ok, after reading this I do sound kinda petty, but it is my journal so I dont care if I vent a little. But I'll stop for now...
































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