Confessions of the Divine Miss K

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

So I’m back. After my third weekend in a row in good ol’ Cranberry Corners, I’ll be staying put in Calgary for the next little while. Which, I don’t know – there doesn’t seem to be a lot to do in Calgary on the weekends. I know, isn’t it weird that I would think there is more to do in Cranbrook? It’s just that everything in Crannie is so much more accessible. But I am relieved that I won’t have to get up at 5:00am next Monday morning and drive home. Now it’s Adders turn to do that (although, he has already made it clear that he’s going to head home Sunday night instead. He’s a wimp like that. But a sexy wimp so that makes it okay).

This past weekend was a good one. I drank some delicious coolers with Adders. Played nine holes of golf. And had a complete mental breakdown where I completely lost touch with reality and all rationality. Yep, Adders had his hands full with me on Saturday night. In between NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO ME AND WATCHING THE HOCKEY GAME INSTEAD and trying to get me to calm the fuck down, Adders had one helluva night.

Now, this wasn't my first meltdown, nor will it likely be my last. I have these “attacks” not necessarily frequently, but more often than is considered normal or hormonal or sane. When I am not under severe stress they are infrequent and usually the result of being over-tired or PMSy. When I am under severe stress, which hello?! case of severe stress right here!, they happen ALL THE TIME and I cannot seem to prevent or talk myself out of them.

Probably the most infamous case of a completely irrational freak-out was the time in Madrid, Spain when Charkins lost the bottle of hand sanitizer that we had packed. It was a fucking bottle of goddamn hand sanitizer and you would have thought she had lost my first-born child. Now, to be fair, one of my biggest pet peeves in life is losing things. I get extremely mad at MYSELF when I lose shit so when someone else does it, look the fuck out! But still, the hysterics, the screaming, the tears, the throwing of clothes around the hotel room – all this did not warrant a lost bottle of hand sanitizer. And yet, Charkins could not get me to calm down. I was inconsolable.

This is kind of what happened on Saturday night. Except, while at least Charkins lost something, poor Adders did absolutely nothing to trigger my behaviour (well, he did pay more attention than was necessary to the hockey game, considering I was threatening to leave him). When I found out that none of his friends were going to be able to come out with us to a pub to watch the Flames game that night, I got myself into such a state that I was ready to drive home back to Calgary.

And the whole time, part of me knew that I was being crazy. And yet, another part of me rationalized and justified what I was doing (namely sulking, screaming, running away, packing up my shit, and bawling my ever loving head off). It wasn’t until I could tell that Adders was at the end of his rope, as he teetered over me, yelling various things about how psycho I am, that I re-entered reality and got a grip.

And then I was overcome with shame, and as Adders slumped down beside me, I threw myself in his arms and started crying all over again, repeatedly telling him how sorry I was for my behaviour. Adders said he forgave me, stroked my hair and made me swear up and down that I wouldn’t continue acting like this all the time. He also shook his head in amazement over how one second I could seem like such a different person, someone so crazy and angry and venomous, and the next be back to being myself, laughing and loving him.

As I was driving back from Cranbrook yesterday morning I thought hard about that incident. I also thought about how it relates to what’s going on with my mother. There is no justification for how I acted on Saturday night – it was immature, cruel, self-indulgent and unnecessary. That being said, however, one does have to take into account the tremendous amount of stress I have been enduring as of late. From job problems to health problems (have I mentioned that I am spotting on my NEW birth control pill too?! FUCK ME!) to EVERYTHING problems, I have never been under such constant stress as I have had to endure (and continue to do so) these past three months. When I bawled to Adders on the phone from Vancouver last November that “My life couldn’t get any worse,” he had every reason to tell me to “Count your blessings and remember that it could ALWAYS get a lot fucking worse.” Oh, how right he was.

So yeah, I am having to deal with horrible, horrible things in my life right now, and a certain amount of grace and forgiveness and understanding needs to be handed my way when I lose touch with reality. And ya’ll have been so wonderful at doing that for me.

Which leads me to believe that perhaps the bigger sin or problem would be if I didn’t at least own up to my bitchiness and irrationality, if I hadn’t apologized to Adders on Saturday night for being so ridiculous and mean. As Adders always tells me, there’s at least some comfort in knowing that I know that I’m crazy part of the time! So guys, I just want to reassure you that I am aware that I am at a bad spot right now and am prone to acting selfish and moody, hostile and hysterical. And for that I’m sorry – I’m trying to keep it all together. But sometimes it gets the best of me and all I can offer you are my apologies.

Which leads me to my mother.

When the whole Valentine’s Day incident occurred, I shocked many people, especially Adders, by my lack of rage. Oh, I was upset. But not to the extent everyone else thought the situation warranted. However, not only was I truly shell-shocked to fully absorb all that had taken place and all the words that had been uttered, I was also largely sympathetic to my parents. I empathized with their disappointment and their rage and as such, I was willing to extend to both of them a bit of grace and understanding for what was apparently a traumatic revelation.

However, time has marched on, and whoever said that time heals everything should probably be shot. Because my pain (I can’t really speak for Adders’) is only getting worse. At first, I thought it would only take a two week vacation to Mexico for my mom to come to her senses, rejoin reality and attempt to patch things up with her daughter and her boyfriend.

Then when she remained silent and icy, I gave it a few more weeks. But a venomous email and an Easter weekend later, I have come to the realization that she is not going to make nice any time soon.

And this revelation hurts me a billion times more than what she did to Adders to begin with. With the exception of Mr. Magro, who never really seems to lose it unless it has something to do with his truck, every one else in the world has those moments in life where they go insane and do or say something that when they’ve regained their clarity, they will come to regret.

At first, I chose to believe that’s what happened with my mom when she so viciously attacked Adders on that Tuesday afternoon. Not that this excuses her behaviour, just like the amount of stress I am under doesn’t make my freak-out on Saturday night okay. But I did allow for the amount of pain my mom was in, and I do realize that most likely my dad wasn’t giving her the support she needed to endure it. As well, it was the week leading up to my brother’s wedding, and let’s just say that no Kaiser woman handles stress well!

But now we’re almost at the three month mark. Her moment of clarity should have happened by now. She should have stepped back into reality by now. Her rationality should have been regained by now. SOMETHING should have been extended to me by now.

At some point my mom should have realized that what she did was wrong, that the things she said to Adders were wrong, and that how she has continued to treat the both of us since then is wrong.

But instead of time healing this wound that my parents have caused, its procession is instead making it all the worse. It’s come to the point where I now completely question their love for me, a heartbreaking thing for a post-adolescent daughter to mull over (I say post-adolescent because every teenager suspects their parents of not loving them enough). And I also can't help but wonder, how long will this silence last?

Saying sorry is a humiliating thing to do. It’s admitting you’ve done something wrong and it’s giving all the power to the other person by letting them either extend you forgiveness or dismiss you. However, for those times when your behaviour truly warrants a sincere apology, such as mine did on Saturday night, saying I’m sorry is also a great relief because it places you squarely back in reality, where you see things finally as they are, not how you think they should be.

For the past few months I have been caught in a constant inner debate over what I should do about my parents. Part of me just wants peace, a desire for life to somewhat return to normal (although the life we all shared before is impossible to regain). And yet I constantly prevent myself from being the one to apologize. Because that would mean I would be apologizing for living my life the way I want to, which seems to me at age 24 is not only my right but my duty to myself.

I have said sorry for what I feel I did wrong in this entire mess – for going against my parents’ beliefs, for deceiving them, for letting them down, etc. But beyond that, I have no reason to apologize. Together, Adders and I are blameless, maybe not in the eyes of God, maybe not in the eyes of my parents, but in my eyes, in his eyes, in society’s eyes, we are beyond reproach.

And so I continue to wait for them to come back to their senses. But with each passing day, I can feel my resentment build and the wound only get larger. The continuing passage of time is making forgiveness to the apology that will someday hopefully come seem more and more like an impossibility to achieve. It’s the difference between my apology to Adders during our fight, rather than if I had actually made good on my threat and had returned to Calgary, only from there saying I’m sorry. He would have had a much more difficult time forgiving me if that’s how it had actually played out.

Which is where I am at. If my mom had immediately apologized for what she did, if she had admitted to me, “God, I went crazy. I should never have put you and Adders through that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m just under a lot of stress but neither of you deserved that,” then I would have been more than willing to have patched things up (although I’m sure Adders would have taken a bit more convincing). But when she doesn’t seem to realize OR CARE that she was completely wrong in accosting my boyfriend, trying to break us up, having lunch with his mom and basically interfering in my life to such an alarming degree, then how do I deal with this? One can’t get closure on a situation that hasn’t been resolved. But when she shows no inclination to resolve it in the only way that is acceptable to Adders and myself, then I don’t know what to do anymore.

The point is, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m not getting any happier, I’m not getting any more closure. This hurts like hell. And it hurts even more so to realize that my first broken heart I’ve ever had to endure is at the hands of my parents, and they’re apparently not even sorry for it.

The Dixie Chicks have a new song out called Not Ready To Make Nice and I can’t help but wonder who it’s more appropriate for, her or me:

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should


  • At 5:08 PM, Blogger adders69 said…

    Dear Snicklefritz... Thank you for the apology on that terrible saturday night. I can't even tell you how glad I was to see the real Courtney return because that is the one I love. Just remember what I said that I'm always on tour side no matter what as long as you stay on my side. I'm not quite sure what to say about your parents but I do think that there christian mentality is sefish and childish and I think everyone involved is a much bigger person then them and that includes you Courty, you show more maturity and strength then they ever will...

  • At 8:05 AM, Blogger Charkins said…

    I remember being a very confused teenager and a wise woman telling me that all you ever needed was love to guide your actions. No she wasn't a Beatle groopie but your Mother. She said that in all circumstances you knew what was right when it showed and demonstrated love.

    My father, the pastor, has always told me that you know what is evil because it is the opposite of love. Any act that does not promote love is not from God because if we know anything we know that God is love.

    A modern trend is "tough love" the idea that if you love some one you can treat them harshly for their own good. The fault in this theory is that it creates unequil power relations, dominance over one person and an excuse for actions that are not loving at all.

    We do not have the eyes of God, we can not judge who is "right" and who is "wrong". What we can see is what is love and what is not. What you have experienced is the opposite of love. And you desirve an apology. But an apology is likley never to come. A reconciliation might occure but it will likely fall very short of what you need. I pray that you do not die under the agony of the torture you are being put under. Instead, I pray that you survive with a vengence for loving others the way it was denied to you. That you develope a compassion and understanding beyond anything you've been shown. That you take what you know is wrong and demonstrate it's opposite.

    You are the definition of strength. You are preserving your Self by sticking to what you know is love. You are loving your Self by demanding you be treated with Love. I know that you will not crumble, or become bitter, or sucumb to darkness. You have too much light to be over taken. This is only a time, a lesson, an experience that will make you better, stronger and more loving. The pain may never fade but then again neither will all you have gained from the pain.

    I love you with all my heart. Forever. Forever and ten thousand years. We'll all get you through this.

    I know you still believe in God and we know that He influnces our lives. Let this horrible situation create in your character Love only comparable to the Love God shows in all circumstances.

  • At 10:45 AM, Anonymous Tamara Lee said…

    Everything Charissa said - ME TOO. (What you wrote is really lovely Charissa.) I'm so sorry you're STILL going through this Courts and believe me, time does NOT heal all wounds. There are still days when my parents divorce feels as raw and unbearable to me as the day they told me 8 years ago. Time does make things functional though. It may not take away the pain but you do learn how to be happy again - even with a big fat scar on your heart that still opens up and bleeds every now and then. One thing I've learned is that we don't get a lot of resolution in life. Things rarely conclude neatly, or rarely conclude at all for that matter. But you do figure out a new normal and a new kind of happy. It's coming Courts...

  • At 7:49 AM, Blogger Charkins said…

    These lyrice truly are relevant to you. To us who are going through this with you. Espicially Adam.


    "The Hardest Part"

    And the hardest part
    Was letting go, not taking part
    Was the hardest part

    And the strangest thing
    Was waiting for that bell to ring
    It was the strangest start

    I could feel it go down
    Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth
    Silver lining the cloud
    Oh and I
    I wish that I could work it out

    And the hardest part
    Was letting go, not taking part
    You really broke my heart

    And I tried to sing
    But I couldn’t think of anything
    And that was the hardest part

    I could feel it go down
    You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
    You're a silver lining the clouds
    Oh and I
    Oh and I
    I wonder what it’s all about
    I wonder what it’s all about

    Everything I know is wrong
    Everything I do, it's just comes undone
    And everything is torn apart

    Oh and it’s the hardest part
    That’s the hardest part
    Yeah that’s the hardest part
    That’s the hardest part

  • At 7:56 AM, Blogger Charkins said…

    These words are also from "Not ready to make nice". I think they are very apropo.

    I know you said
    Can’t you just get over it
    It turned my whole world around
    And I kind of like it

    I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
    With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
    It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
    Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
    And how in the world can the words that I said
    Send somebody so over the edge


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