A stream of consciousness incoming.
s a few of you already know, I lost my mother to cancer last November. It was a slow, cruel way for such a wonderful woman to die and I found it incredibly difficult to have to watch and be able to do nothing to help. I've had a few experiences with death, a group of my friends were killed in a car accident a few years ago and I was involved in a pretty traumatic event as a child but this was the first time it affected my family directly. I kind of just bottled it all up and convinced myself to believe people when they told me how well I was dealing with it all and how strong I was being.
The other half of this situation is my dad, who to put it mildly has always been a bit of a cunt. Not in a violent, drunk kind of way but in a deceitful, pathetic, cowardly, selfish kind of way. His relationship with my Mum was never the easiest, there were always accusations of cheating (never proven) from her side and they clearly resented each other. I knew he would move on fairly sharpish but signing up to a dating site 2 days after the funeral... I don't know, maybe it's just me but that just repulses me to my very core. Publicly he played the part of the grieving widower (anything for attention) but privately he was going on dates with this little fucking troll of a woman within a week and on one particular occasion actually stopped in to a silversmiths to buy her jewellery on his way back from collecting my mum's ashes from the funeral directors. The level of disrespect sickens me to my stomach. Who behaves like that?
He tried to keep it secret from us but we knew within days. It's not hard to tell when he's lying (mainly because he's constantly fucking lying). At the beginning it suited us to go along with it and pretend it wasn't happening, especially for my sister who is still living at home while she studies. We then began to catch him trying to sneak her into the house when he thought my sister was away so decided that it was time to confront him. The rows that followed have basically torn my family apart forever. Genuinely like something straight off Jeremy Kyle. My dad's delightful new girlfriend has had her family knocking on my door at 3am threatening to beat me up, I've had a brick through the window on Xmas eve, my dad has actually tried to fake being in a car accident (I don’t know how he thought he'd get away with that one) in an attempt to get us to rush to his side and feel sorry for him and anyone who hasn't taken his side has been subject to vile threats on Facebook from his new friends. There's a whole load I’m leaving out but safe to say that none of it paints him in a good light.
Throughout all this I've been slowly coming to the realisation that I’m going to have to split up with my girlfriend. She's helped me through a lot and is a genuinely lovely person but I’m just not happy. The thing is I know how much it would hurt her, she's in the middle of the last year of a law degree and she's stood by me through so much. I feel like the most heartless bastard ever to even be considering it. Part of me wants to give it at least until she's finished her degree but I'm going to be 29 soon, I do want to settle down with someone and start a family eventually can I really be wasting time in a relationship which I know won't ever work in the long term? I feel so pissed off at myself as well because there's literally nothing wrong with her. A little high maintenance I suppose, a little boring sometimes but she's also sweet, kind, endearingly daft and it's clear that she loves me. What is wrong with me that I can't make it work with someone so nice?
There's also my work, which I am finding unnecessarily stressful for such a shit job, and the fact that out of a building of 290 I can probably count on one hand the people I actually like. I know everyone has to work with people they don't get on with at some point but this built on top of everything else is seriously getting me down.
Anyway, it's all just building up at the moment and I needed somewhere to vent. I’ve had a few minor breakdowns recently, mostly private, one or two on the phone to my Oma or alone with my girlfriend (who is a fucking star, she really is) but I can feel it still bubbling away in the background and I’m worried it’ll all burst out in an appalling public display. Writing it down seems to help with some of you lot and at the moment the only part of my life that I’m genuinely enjoying is my days away at the football, seriously I live for meeting you bunch of misfits for a laugh and watching Nuno's Wolves batter some team right now.
Rant over.