*Taking a deep breath....*
Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:22 pm
...and plunging in.
I have been getting TONS of PM's about my change of heart, and my desire to be a nicer person. People are asking me about what happened, why it occurred, they are astounded that BR is acting this way. Well, I had an "epiphany" of sorts last night at work, and Nomad and I discussed it in PM. With so many curious minds, I've decided to post the exchange Nomad and I had. I did get permission from him to post his portions. Here goes:
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Originally Posted by Nomad
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Originally Posted by BabyRider
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Originally Posted by Nomad
what happened in your heart ? Id really like to know.
It happened last night when I got to work. 15 seconds after I got there, I was yelling at 2 of our regulars because the previous bartender had cut one of them off. The other was trying to buy beers for both of them, and I told him, "Look, Mike has been cut off!!!" (I was screaming at the time) "So don't push me, I'm sick and f-ing tired of coming in here every Sunday and arguing with you, you drunk "F"!!!!"
It literally was 15 seconds after I got there. I went in the back to talk to my boss about the 2 of them being a$$holes, I was fed up and didn't want to argue with them anymore, and that she needed to come out and do something about it. Then I turned around, went to the employee bathroom and bawled my eyes out.
Ten minutes later, someone said something complimentary to me, and again....I had to go in back and mop my face.
(Bullet and I had had an argument earlier, so I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with.)
Make a long story short, about every half hour, I went to the back to cry uncontrollably for a few minutes and for no good reason.
I took my boss aside and told her, "Look at me....I'm a freakin' mess. My therapist has told me that all the stress I'm under right now, plus working 5 nights in a row in a highly stressful job is going to push me over the edge."
My boss was so incredibly kind and understanding, letting me get the whole story out between blowing my nose and sobbing, and she agreed to give me every other Sunday and every Monday off, to break up my work week and make things easier on me.
So for the rest of the night, I pondered what was making me so tense, and mean, and irritable. Luckily I had a wonderful waitress last night who was able to cover my bar and her floor while I kept going in back to blubber some more.
I came to the conclusion that my fear of losing Matt in June was a major contributor to my meanness. I mean, I have to sit there for ten hours a night and listen to people cry in their beer about stupid $h!t, and I want to reach over the bar, choke them till their eyes pop out, and tell them what real problems are. But I can't do that. I also can't break down in front of Matt, I have to be strong for him. My dad is a lost cause, so wrapped up in himself, he wouldn't know if I was dead or alive. My mother is so judgemental that talking to her is like spilling your guts to Atilla the Hun. My sister is dealing with a highly problem child, raising him alone working full time and going to school full time also. My best friend is 180 miles away, and just found out she's pregnant. (You met Tigersmeow here) I have no where to vent. THAT'S when I realized I was using the people at FG as my release.
I have so much anger and frustration built up inside me and no where to let it out. I feel like a time-bomb about to go off.
Funny thing is...while *****, in her pain, has resorted to drowning her sorrows in booze, that has not even been a temptation for me. I look at the drunks around me and think, "Thank GOD I'm not going there again." I keep up on my meds, (I did start smoking again, though) and just try to get through every day being strong for Matt and not show him how utterly terrified I am that he's going to go to prison.
OK, so it wasn't such a short story, but that's what happened. I've always been able to control tears, and last night it just all came out, to my boss of all people. My anger is justified, but not how I try to rid myself of it. I've gotten nothing but support here, and the good folks of FG do not deserve to bear the brunt of my frustrations and fears. Even if some of them understand why.
Does that make sense???
I'm glad we're still friends, Brian.
:yh_peace Criss
The 1st date my wife and I went on (girlfriend then) almost 10 yrs ago, she sat across the table from me and told me
1. Im never getting married !
2. Im never having kids !
She actually told me she was a tough guy. :rolleyes:
As soon as those words came out of her mouth I knew she had a big soft heart and that she'd probably been hurt plenty. God she was aggravating the 1st few years, Jesus she was a nutcase and she had the Wall of China built up around her. I just chiseled away and little by little she started shining.
Im not assuming anything about you Criss, but Ive had a warm spot for you from the get go. You remind me of my Jaimy. I dont really know you, I understand that, but I dont think your as tough as you like to play, not really, not deep down. Ive seen little parts of your heart, the parts that shine. They come through in your offerings here from time to time. Thats the part of you I would like to be friends with, the part without the shell around it.
No one grows up a tough guy, they learn it, usually at a young age. Somewhere along your way you,ve been hurt. I know it. Please dont take that as analyzing you, Im not. We've all been hurt, some more horribly than others. The way you protect yourself lets me know you were damaged.
You are a strong woman. Thats you. But not all the time, the tender part of you belongs to your husband, but if once in awhile you let us know that you cry and you love and hurt and bleed, you will be embraced. Thats the Criss we want to love.
Strong and tough, I am. I have to be in the world I live in. But I am human, and yes, I have been, to use your word, "damaged". Lots of times, lots of ways. I don't like to think about it, except when telling about the abuse I endured at the hands of a man, because that might help someone.
I do feel a need to protect myself, my wall is high as the sky, too. Last night, every defense I'd learned failed me. It's probably a good thing, because it had to get out somehow.
Your concern is very touching, Brian, and I consider it a compliment to be compared to your wife.
Thanks for listening to me blubber.
I have been getting TONS of PM's about my change of heart, and my desire to be a nicer person. People are asking me about what happened, why it occurred, they are astounded that BR is acting this way. Well, I had an "epiphany" of sorts last night at work, and Nomad and I discussed it in PM. With so many curious minds, I've decided to post the exchange Nomad and I had. I did get permission from him to post his portions. Here goes:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nomad
Quote:
Originally Posted by BabyRider
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nomad
what happened in your heart ? Id really like to know.
It happened last night when I got to work. 15 seconds after I got there, I was yelling at 2 of our regulars because the previous bartender had cut one of them off. The other was trying to buy beers for both of them, and I told him, "Look, Mike has been cut off!!!" (I was screaming at the time) "So don't push me, I'm sick and f-ing tired of coming in here every Sunday and arguing with you, you drunk "F"!!!!"
It literally was 15 seconds after I got there. I went in the back to talk to my boss about the 2 of them being a$$holes, I was fed up and didn't want to argue with them anymore, and that she needed to come out and do something about it. Then I turned around, went to the employee bathroom and bawled my eyes out.
Ten minutes later, someone said something complimentary to me, and again....I had to go in back and mop my face.
(Bullet and I had had an argument earlier, so I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with.)
Make a long story short, about every half hour, I went to the back to cry uncontrollably for a few minutes and for no good reason.
I took my boss aside and told her, "Look at me....I'm a freakin' mess. My therapist has told me that all the stress I'm under right now, plus working 5 nights in a row in a highly stressful job is going to push me over the edge."
My boss was so incredibly kind and understanding, letting me get the whole story out between blowing my nose and sobbing, and she agreed to give me every other Sunday and every Monday off, to break up my work week and make things easier on me.
So for the rest of the night, I pondered what was making me so tense, and mean, and irritable. Luckily I had a wonderful waitress last night who was able to cover my bar and her floor while I kept going in back to blubber some more.
I came to the conclusion that my fear of losing Matt in June was a major contributor to my meanness. I mean, I have to sit there for ten hours a night and listen to people cry in their beer about stupid $h!t, and I want to reach over the bar, choke them till their eyes pop out, and tell them what real problems are. But I can't do that. I also can't break down in front of Matt, I have to be strong for him. My dad is a lost cause, so wrapped up in himself, he wouldn't know if I was dead or alive. My mother is so judgemental that talking to her is like spilling your guts to Atilla the Hun. My sister is dealing with a highly problem child, raising him alone working full time and going to school full time also. My best friend is 180 miles away, and just found out she's pregnant. (You met Tigersmeow here) I have no where to vent. THAT'S when I realized I was using the people at FG as my release.
I have so much anger and frustration built up inside me and no where to let it out. I feel like a time-bomb about to go off.
Funny thing is...while *****, in her pain, has resorted to drowning her sorrows in booze, that has not even been a temptation for me. I look at the drunks around me and think, "Thank GOD I'm not going there again." I keep up on my meds, (I did start smoking again, though) and just try to get through every day being strong for Matt and not show him how utterly terrified I am that he's going to go to prison.
OK, so it wasn't such a short story, but that's what happened. I've always been able to control tears, and last night it just all came out, to my boss of all people. My anger is justified, but not how I try to rid myself of it. I've gotten nothing but support here, and the good folks of FG do not deserve to bear the brunt of my frustrations and fears. Even if some of them understand why.
Does that make sense???
I'm glad we're still friends, Brian.
:yh_peace Criss
The 1st date my wife and I went on (girlfriend then) almost 10 yrs ago, she sat across the table from me and told me
1. Im never getting married !
2. Im never having kids !
She actually told me she was a tough guy. :rolleyes:
As soon as those words came out of her mouth I knew she had a big soft heart and that she'd probably been hurt plenty. God she was aggravating the 1st few years, Jesus she was a nutcase and she had the Wall of China built up around her. I just chiseled away and little by little she started shining.
Im not assuming anything about you Criss, but Ive had a warm spot for you from the get go. You remind me of my Jaimy. I dont really know you, I understand that, but I dont think your as tough as you like to play, not really, not deep down. Ive seen little parts of your heart, the parts that shine. They come through in your offerings here from time to time. Thats the part of you I would like to be friends with, the part without the shell around it.
No one grows up a tough guy, they learn it, usually at a young age. Somewhere along your way you,ve been hurt. I know it. Please dont take that as analyzing you, Im not. We've all been hurt, some more horribly than others. The way you protect yourself lets me know you were damaged.
You are a strong woman. Thats you. But not all the time, the tender part of you belongs to your husband, but if once in awhile you let us know that you cry and you love and hurt and bleed, you will be embraced. Thats the Criss we want to love.
Strong and tough, I am. I have to be in the world I live in. But I am human, and yes, I have been, to use your word, "damaged". Lots of times, lots of ways. I don't like to think about it, except when telling about the abuse I endured at the hands of a man, because that might help someone.
I do feel a need to protect myself, my wall is high as the sky, too. Last night, every defense I'd learned failed me. It's probably a good thing, because it had to get out somehow.
Your concern is very touching, Brian, and I consider it a compliment to be compared to your wife.
Thanks for listening to me blubber.