Published by admin on 26 Feb 2009
Last weekend, my mom met Seth for the first time. I’m happy to report that everyone seemed like they were ok with everyone else. My mom called Seth a Jewish version of one of her closet friends and I relayed that to Seth, to which he said, “So, she thinks I’m Jewey?” And I laughed. Then he said, “Like really Jewy? Is it my nose?” And I laughed and told him while it might sound like some kind of insult, it most assuredly is not. My mom loves Jewish people! Some of her best friends are Jewish! (I’m still chuckling.)
There is a semi large amount of stress going on in my life right now, partly because last weekend was spent almost completely filled with anxiety about the big weekend meet-up of my mother and the love of my life, giving me no time to recharge my batteries for the battles of the weekday. I find I really need a good 48 hours of being slack-jawed and semi-comatose while someone waits on me hand and foot so I can pull myself together and be strong-jawed and conscious for the week. What continually troubles me is that my best self is mostly given to people other than my partner. It upsets me that I can’t be happy fun time Tamara with the person who appreciates her the most. How can long I expect someone to put up with the Terry Schiavo version of myself? (Especially since we all know what happened to Terry in the end. He straight up pulled the plug!)
It’s not all bad, I’m just feeling sorry for myself. And nothing makes me feel more like a loser than knowing I’m just feeling sorry for myself but can’t pull it together and get over it.