Monday, February 13, 2012

I'm a Size 4 In A Straightjacket


I'd like to think that I am a relatively sane person, although 'insane' has been bandied about every now and again when describing my behavior. However, in the insane/sane production credits last night, insane definitely got top billing.

My boyfriend went into the city yesterday, that's New York City yo, for work. He was going to pick up his daughter at her college dorm afterwards and they were going to have dinner, and then come home. She was spending the weekend with us. Easy breezy.

I had the whole day to write (lucky me) and went to my new favorite coffee shop, Turnstile. I'm still having trouble focusing and physically (no joke) putting my fingers onto the keyboard, and typing sentences and paragraphs. Instead, what I've been managing to do is, check Twitter for stories and Facebook, to see if anyone's commented on my posts. All so very important.

After a few hours of painful procrastination and nursing a cold soy latte, I drove home. I managed to do a killer workout called, Insanity, and let me tell you, the workout lives up to its name. I planned on taking advantage of being alone in the house to write, but I realized that I hadn't eaten very much all day, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. A sandwich and Ellen it is. Oh, and I put in, what would turn out to be, one of three loads of laundry. I might as well be productive in some way.

Whenever I suffer from writer's block, I find that redecorating my workspace or writing in another room, helps with my concentration. Changing up my surroundings allows me to refocus. Yesterday, I felt compelled to work upstairs in our bedroom, because it faces the beach, and if you look straight ahead, and ignore the neighbors' hideously trashy backyards, you can actually see the ocean.

I turned around a desk, that will ultimately find its way down in the basement, where all of our odds and ends furniture, that we don't know what to do with, go to die. I was excited about my new digs. I plugged in my computer, had a notepad at the ready, and zeroed in on the water. And lo and behold, I started to write.

Moments later, I got a text from my boyfriend, "Probably won't be home until later... going to a lingerie show." WHAT? I pulled a Jekyll and Hyde so fast, I got dizzy. The shift was swift. I bought my ticket to ride the anxious and senseless train, and strapped myself in. Control? What's that? Before I had a chance to process, I was losing it one nerve at at time.

The plans changed, and as my inability to exercise restraint suggested, I clearly saw this as a problem. Come on, a lingerie show? Really? With his daughter? Has everyone lost their minds?! Oh, I went there, people. Not only did I go there, but I bought a house, got a dog and joined the church choir, and I'm not even Catholic. THAT'S how wacko I was becoming.

I felt my entire relationship unraveling. A part of me knew how irrational I was becoming and how grossly over the top I was acting, but it didn't seem to matter. I started to scare myself.

Why Girlfriend Mom? Why did I sit on the toilet, head in my hands, a tear in my eye, becoming unglued, unhinged and unbelievably reactive? Well, given some of the inappropriate behavior (which I've regaled you all with in past posts) I thought it was inappropriate for my boyfriend to attend a lingerie show with his daughter! I tried to calm down and come in off of the ledge, but I was stuck in a hailstorm of hysteria. I was lucid enough to know that I had to get to the bare-assed bottom of what was causing my inability to deal with this situation rationally.

I regrouped and did some think talking with myself about what to text back. I wrote, "Whose," as in whose lingerie show were they going to. He texted back, "Victoria's Secret." I blew my gasket. I was apoplectic. What the f? Where? What is going on? I've seen those shows! They're all half-naked! You can't do this without me!

And then the gates flew open. He's in NYC having a great time at a show, and I'm doing fucking laundry. He's having fun and I'm redecorating our bedroom? He and his daughter are going to see a Victoria's Secret lingerie show? I can't take any more inappropriateness. I can't take this 'mother' thing. I might be overreacting but I don't care. I should be at the show with him. Fuck it. I want to be at a lingerie show in the city. F' it.  I want to be in a lingerie show.

Clearly I have some unresolved issues in need of resolving. A hot button was pressed that happened to address said unresolved issues. I decided not to respond to the text because I didn't know what to say. What could I say? I've learned (the hard way) that nothing good or productive ever comes from reactive behavior, oh, and I was mother f'in reacting.

I felt left out, like a loser, and all alone. It was like high school all over again. For the next two hours, and I'm talking balls to the walls honesty here, I Googled 'Victoria's Secret lingerie shows in NYC'. I learned that it's fashion week in the city, but other than that, I came up empty.

And what, pray tell, would I have done if I had found out where the show was taking place? Call the venue and tell them to track down my boyfriend and his daughter and throw them out? I was possessed and on a mission, and becoming more and more embarrassed by my behavior with every click of my mouse.  

I looked up at Anderson Cooper on the television, who was reporting on the bloodshed in Syria and I stepped away from the computer. Reality check. Finally. I had spent enough time on something inconsequential and idiotic. I was ashamed but I didn't beat myself up either. I realized how deranged I was acting but I also knew that something else was going on with me. I went downstairs to get something to eat. I had forgotten about food (again) while I was setting up shop on the corner of enraged and crazy.

My boyfriend called a little while later, and I picked up the phone with an attitude, that I tried to hide until I had more information. I asked, "So, how was dinner?" I was trying to play it cool, to see if he would bring up the show. And here's the kicker. It was eight o'clock and they were already at the dormitory. It turns out the so-called 'lingerie show' consisted of a couple of women, wearing tasteful lingerie, walking around a store, in honor of Valentine's Day. A store that his niece manages.

I was both relieved and I wanted to strangle him. He had no idea the affect of his little jokey joke had on me, although he does now. When he got home, I asked him if the VS text was on purpose, knowing that he might get a rise out of me, which at times he finds amusing. He told me that he didn't, and that after he sent it, he meant to text me back where they were, but that he forgot.

What was my paranoia, and furious behavior about? Jealousy? Maybe. Envy? Perhaps. Trust? Could be. I think it goes deeper. At the end of the day, I believe that my emotional distress had more to do with how I was feeling about where I am in my life, both professionally and personally. Or it could be the beginning of The Change, in which case, God help us all.

I cannot blame nor attribute the entire episode on hormones or illogical and irrational behavior. There is a truth lurking beneath the surface, and it is my job to figure out what that is. Great, like I have nothing better to do.

20 comments:

Sharon said...

God, I laughed! I can't tell you how much I needed this laugh this morning :) You're crazy chick! And I'd know~ I'm crazy too! Totally enjoyed this.. thanks to "She Writes" for it popping up in my email. I'm following you now.. hungry for more funny :)

thegirlfriendmom said...

Hey Sharon,

Thanks for stopping by and following. I just went to your site and now following. WOW! That is so awesome and congrats on your weight loss.

If you're still hungry after reading today's post, might you go to the archives and continue the fun. Thanks again.

Astra said...

Thanks for the laugh! After all that, I can't wait to hear/see what he bought you for Valentine's Day!!

thegirlfriendmom said...

Me TOO!

Debbie said...

honey ... YOU'RE NORMAL. You are not crazy or insecure or hormonal (though all that crap does make a difference) It's HARD to take on a man with kids. YOU DO FEEL like an outsider ... A LOT BUT, I promise, after years and years and YEARS, you eventually become a part of the club. Sending you love and strength, sanity and peace, through cyberspace! Did you catch it?
XOXO
Deb

monicastangledweb said...

All's well, right? The important thing is you recognize what this is really all about and can address it, work on it, etc. Glad it was much ado about very little. Of course, you can blame your boyfriend for forgetting to send the follow-up text. Now, that's worth getting mad about!

mrsmomx6 said...

Okay, first I laughed, then I got concerned, then I cried, then I laughed again.

Oh hunny, whew...I was worried about the fashion show for a minute too. I'm pretty sure you know my past w/ my child molesting father, so my radar wen UP!

I do know that, "left behind" feeling. It's so hard. You will figure it out, I promise. And that comes from a good and faithful Catholic :)

Hugs
Sharon

Michael Ann said...

Yea, I agree with Monica. The communication was sketchy at best. If you had had that info to begin with, you wouldn't have "gone there" in your head.

I think we can all relate to being reactive like this at times! It's ok!

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thegirlfriendmom said...

Man, I wish I could respond after each comment.
That being said, that you all for stopping by.

Debbie: Thank you for the love and strength, sanity and peace. I caught it!

Monica: I wouldn't touch the forgotten text with a ten foot pole!

Sharon: Thank you for the empathy radar but mine is up and firing! If a good and faithful Catholic says it's so, then I'm going with that. And of course I'm glad that you ended your reading journey with laughing. You're the best!

Michael Ann: It's twofold, isn't it? Better communication and better perspective. All is learning is giving me a headache.

Marcia: I'm so glad that you found me and find my posts enjoyable. That's really all I can ask for. I'm not following you!

menopausal mama said...

Got your email! thanks for signing up at Menopausalmother! I look forward to reading your new blog posts!!!

alphawoman said...

Another great post. What writer block??

thegirlfriendmom said...

Oh, don't let that one fool ya. For every post, there's a week of pain and suffering! Thank you so much for the compliment.

Laura@Catharsis said...

Just so you know, you are not the only one to suffer from spurts of irrational behavior. I think when it comes out, it's rooted in some kind of insecurity, or at least mine is. Lately, I haven't had the energy to be irrational, and that could either be a good or bad thing. Good that I might be level headed; bad that I might be giving up. Eeks. At any rate, I hope you get to the bottom of it and start to feel better!

thegirlfriendmom said...

Laura,
It's definitely rooted in insecurity and frustration. It is tiring to give into it, so I your not giving the irrational behavior any stage time is probably a good idea and not giving up. The more I do, and move, and keep my mind engaged, all is well. Thanks again for the thoughts.

Annie said...

I was right there with you...I can see how your mind spiraled. Great writing and very funny post!

thegirlfriendmom said...

Thanks Annie. I always appreciate you reading.

Mommy LaDy Club said...

I think your reaction is pretty normal. Let's face it, those Victoria Secret girls are tough to compete with. You handled it well though. I had in my head that image and scene of Flashdance, when she went all crazy on him. At least you didn't go there!;)

Thanks for linking this up...enjoyed it!

thegirlfriendmom said...

Thanks Mommy LaDy Club. It was pretty hard not to go all Flashdance on his ass.