S.,
I'm trying to be patient. I've gone through a lot of changes and things are harder than they used to be, but they are also much more tolerable. I've had a lot of issues in particular in the last few weeks. My separation from my parents started as a learning experience of freedom. But now, I have some doubts. It feels like I'm not as wanted in my own home with my parents anymore. My dad isn't nearly as bad as my mom in this way- I think that my mom has been stuck in her own head thinking and dreaming about her adventures with my dad once I'm old enough to move out- that she's ready for me to be gone. She spends all free time with my dad, and it's clear I'm not invited. I'm not around all the time in the evenings, between spending time with my boyfriend and having work- so when I actually see them- they're going out just the two of them all the time. I feel uncomfortable and disconnected with her, but my dad still shows that he wants to see me and spend time with me. I don't ever want to go home, because home.... doesn't feel like home at all.
I was on the couch with my boyfriend and told him I had to start heading home to make curfew,
"You are home"
...I agreed.
I feel more at home with him in his apartment and with his mom, than I do at my own house with my parents.
College is going well, I'm happy I left high school early. I'd be miserable if I was there. But I'm also dealing with not being a dancer, gaining weight, and stressing about grades- because they actually really matter now. I'm trying to figure out where I'm going in about a year, and what I'm going to do with my future. I have such a passion for dance... yet I know I probably won't be able to continue with that. I won't have much money for classes, and I won't have time if I go for the architecture degree I am thinking about. Dance can't be a life time profession, and it's an unlikely one even then.
I'm jealous of my boyfriend. He's still at our high school, taking three times as much dance as I am, taking theater, has friends he sees every day.. He's going to get to preform. He got asked to be in a dance for a choreographer at school, and even to play a small part with the company we both used to be in. He's going to get to dress up and have rehearsals, be on stage, have his name in programs with the other advanced actors from school... and he's going to be amazing. He really is.
But its going to hurt... knowing that I'm not progressing one bit in what I love, while watching him shine... I'll be so proud, I just hope I can put away those hurting feelings by the time he starts having shows- because it's about him, not me. I have no right to take away one bit of joy from it.
One step at a time... one step at a time...
C.








