I feel horrible. God, help me. I
want to understand. I need to learn. Help me work this out. Help me rely on You. Mmmmm, ok, so yesterday, Mom and I had another mmmm disagreement. It's always stupid little things that I let build up until I can't take it anymore. I've had a horrible attitude all week. I've been trying to deal with it, but I dunno. Prolly from being in the house too much. I really
had been fighting to keep it under control and in check. Yesterday I woke up and everything bothered me. I was in a bad mood from the moment I woke up. Needless to say, all the little things I'd been trying to let go of bit at me. Every irritating little nag that in actuality was probably not at all unreasonable seemed unforgiveable. By the time we got into the car to go to Harmonizers, I was already mad. Mom knew it, I knew it, David knew it. But she still picks two minutes later to start on me. That's not right, she didn't start on me. She mmmmm began an unfortunate choice of subject mmmmm at an inopportune time. I was still trying hard not to talk back. For one, David was in the car and I
hate it when he has to hear Mom and I. For two, there was still a part of me that didn't want this to start again. For three, there was still a small part of me that said she wasn't being unreasonable, she just doesn't know how to express herself in a way that makes a reasonable statement or request sound reasonable to someone who is in an unreasonable mood. ::sighs:: I think I only said anything once during the whole time she was talking. It wasn't an angry comment, it was a request about what she was talking about. The whole conversation just made me so mad. We finally get to Church and I stalk out of the car, past all the smiling little kids, fake a smile back, even held a reasonable, if short, but polite conversation with a lady (Acting in Life 101) all the way to the back bathroom. I made it to a stall and then lost it. It was horrible. I just was so mad. After I'd had my cry, I washed up and made it half way down the hall. Then mmmmmmm ::grits teeth:: God, help me, I've got to work this out. I met one of Mom's friends. She wasn't who I wanted to see just then. She's not one of the people who reads me very well. She asked where I'd been cuz I'd missed about the first fifteen minutes and I just said I wasn't feeling well. Then she asked if I was ok. Gah. I said no and lost it again. So I stalked back to the bathroom. She mmmmm followed me. Promising not to judge. She made me talk. Mmmmmm. I
know she's gonna tell mom I was crying. I HATE THIS. God help me. Anyway, I tried to be reasonable in my explanation. ::tries to be reasonable in this explanation:: ::grits teeth:: I will not be dramatic. This is life. Just life, deal with it Tamra and stop thinking you're the center of the universe. Ok. Mmmm. She gave me a little lecture about how one day when I'm thirty I'll come back and say, "Yes, mom, you were so right." Not what I needed. Well, God knows best, so maybe it was what I needed. I have to believe that it was. I have to be rational. She tells me to get up and to just keep going. Gah. When I said I'd been trying so hard to not get an attitude she just kept saying to stop trying and just do. I can't do if I don't try, can I? I don't think she understood what I meant. Maybe she thought I meant that I'd
only been trying. Mmmmm. Mk, so she finally, no stop that, she left and I cleaned myself up and tried to make my eyes stop looking Asian and went out to do help w/ the drama section. Thankfully, I've been sick for the past monthish so I just passed it off as not feeling good to everyone that asked. That also accounted for being sniffly and glassy-eyed. I just went through the routine and treated myself to lunch and ice-cream while I waited for Davey to finish co-op. Things went alright for a bit. Mom dropped me off at Dad's office so he could check me out. This stupid sinus infection won't go away, so he's got me back on meds. I called Shades to see if he wanted to come out w/ us to see Finding Neverland, but the poor boy is sick again. I hate myself, I should have been sympathetic and caring with him on the phone but I couldn't stop thinking about what Mom had said that morning and I was short and trite. He picked up on it even as sick as he is and was sweet. And I was a jerk. A self-centered jerk. God, why can't I have more self-discipline? Why can't I be more understanding. Maybe it's a good thing because it means I always know that when I'm nice to someone it's only because He's stronger than I am and He's working through me, but... Mmmmm. If I had more self-discipline and was more understanding, I would rely on my own strength even more than I already do. It would take me so much longer to come crawling back to Him when I try to do things on my own over and over again. I'm so stupid. Such a stubborn idiot. God, help me. God, I want to be more like You. I want to be who You want me to be. I can't stand being who I am. I can barely stand anything about me, much less want to continue being me. God, I'm crying out to You. Please hear me. No, stop Tamra. God, I don't want to cry again. I'm being so dramatic. So
stupid. Ok, God, what can You teach me through this? You take everything and work it for good. You are my creater, You're the one who can fix me. I'm clinging to Your promises. Help me understand. Show me why I can't have a mother who understands me and is more mature than I am. Show me why I have to learn to deal with people in authority who are intimidated and jealous of me. I CAN'T HELP WHO YOU'VE MADE ME TO BE. Ok, I understand people and love interacting with them and you gave me a brain that loves learning. I thought that was supposed to be a good thing. Why does she have to have an inferiority complex that makes me feel like I should hide it? I want to become more like You, but why do the parts of me that don't seem to be bad have to stay hidden? God, I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of not being able to please her. I'm tired of worrying about every action and what everyone will think of me. I'm tired of measuring every action by whether people will approve of me and show me love. Why can't I just rest in Your love and do what I know is right. Heh, why do I have to be human? Gah. In a week, or maybe even an hour, I'll look at this and say, man, I'm so stupid, it was such minutiae. Oh well. I guess it's part of being a teen-age drama queen, hey? Maybe God will give me the answers someday. I've just got to believe that He's still in control. I've gotta run, darling. Keep me in your prayers, please. No live eulogy today. My heart hurts too much. I don't have anything to give right now. That's not true. God's blessing be with you, dearest. His blessing is all I have. It's all I ever have. And His love. I have His love and I offer it to You. Thank God.