Please read the full post here: http://theothersideofcomplexity.com/standingincrap/
Please read the full post here: http://theothersideofcomplexity.com/standingincrap/
What if God really does have a plan for me?
What if He is working it out, right now, exactly the way He wants it to be?
What if I actually am learning the things I’m supposed to learn and becoming what He wants me to be so I can be ready for what He has planned for me?
What if I am not screwing up as badly as I think I am? And what if He is using my screw-ups to His purpose?
And what if He really does love me, regardless of all of my screw-ups? What if I really am forgiven and loved?
“Your flaws are perfect for the heart that is meant to love you.”
This is kind of hard to explain, but I thought it was unbearable before.
It is even more unbearable now, since what happened. (See post.)
Ever since then, he has been courteous and helpful.
But I can’t stand being around him.
He hasn’t said anything about what happened and neither have I.
I still sleep in the living room.
Sometimes I can tell that underneath a very thin layer, he is angry. But he doesn’t let it show.
I don’t like being around him at all. It is so uncomfortable.
Sometimes he will start talking about something that happened at work or at church or something that he heard on the news. I try to get away from him as quickly as possible.
I saw the counselor again today. It’s been a month seen I’ve seen him. I think I’m making some progress, but I’m still living here, so I haven’t reached my goal yet. I do think the counselor is helping, though.
(P.S. I went to add the link to that previous post and in doing so, I read just the first couple of sentences of the post. And I started shaking. Just after a couple of sentences. I don’t know if could read the whole post.)
The air conditioning has died.
This is not an option for me! I cannot deal with the humidity that comes with the heat around here! If it were just high temperatures, that would be one thing. But the humidity is a killer!
He looked for parts on the internet so he could fix the unit, but he said he couldn’t find what he needed. I haven’t asked him about it any more. I will, though.
I’m not sure what is going to happen with this. It will probably be expensive to fix and I’ll probably have to pay for half of it.
My daughter has a friend that she is going to ask if he knows anything about fixing an A/C unit. Maybe he will know and that will be a cheaper option. That would be really nice!
He bought me a little plant that I like a lot. It’s called String of Pearls and I had a gorgeous one when I lived in another state ten-plus years ago before we moved here.
Then I finally found one here a couple of years ago, but it died this past fall.
And today, he gave me another one.
He also helped me bring in my tender plants that can’t handle how cold it is going to get tonight and tomorrow night.
While I am thrilled to have another String of Pearls and I appreciate the help with bringing in the plants, it also fills me with conflict.
I really hate that. I hate that internal conflict of being with someone who is sometimes nice and sometimes mean.
Just part of the insanity…
I was outside, cleaning up in my garden a little. (I have way too much stuff, even in the garden!!!!)
And I was thinking.
I will be fifty in another year and I was wondering what I had actually learned in all these years. Time just goes and goes and I wonder if I am a better person at all, if I have learned anything at all in all this time.
Yeah, I was kinda being down on myself.
So then I made myself think about what I might have actually learned.
And I have learned one or two things.
I’ve learned that being co-dependent doesn’t work.
I’ve learned that I need to trust God. Not that I do that very well or very often, but I do know that I need to.
I’ve learned that I need to wear gloves when I am working with thorny plants. Or maybe I haven’t learned that yet because I didn’t put on my gloves until I after I got thorns in my thumb.
While I was thinking about these things, I realized why I was having such a hard time letting go of the conflict with my supervisor. (See post.)
I realized that I wasn’t forgiving myself for getting in trouble, for making a mistake.
So this is one lesson I am still in the process of learning – it’s okay to be human. It’s okay to make mistakes!!! I need to forgive myself, learn what I need to learn, and move on.
I got in trouble at work this past week.
My supervisor took exception to some emails that I sent to her.
I’ve worked for this company for over two and half years. I’ve worked for this supervisor for over a year. No one has ever complained about my emails.
I do try to be kind and tactful, but I guess I’m also pretty straight forward. Apparently, this past week, she didn’t like that.
One of my responsibilities is to take in requests to use the suite that we hold at an event center in our city. The events and who wants to use them are tracked on a spreadsheet on a shared drive. In case you don’t know (and forgive me if you do), a shared drive means that multiple people can access the files stored there. So, everyone in our department can open and edit and use all the files in the shared drive.
She made a change about who was using tickets on the spreadsheet, which, obviously, since she is the department manager, she has the jurisdiction to do. The next time I opened the spreadsheet, which usually is my responsibility, I saw the change, but didn’t know anything about it.
So, I emailed her. I asked her if the person who had been going to use the tickets knew of the change. I also said to please email me when there are changes on the spreadsheet.
She didn’t like this. She didn’t think I needed to know these things.
I don’t know. Maybe I don’t. But, then again, since the responsibility had been given to me, maybe I do. I just don’t know. I really don’t know.
Maybe part of my reaction comes from living with a passive aggressive person where you never know what is going on. You just don’t know. And therefore, you don’t know how to prepare. You don’t know how you are supposed to handle things because they always change.
My supervisor tends not to be good at communicating with me. And when she does, she writes and talks (and thinks) so differently than I do, that I don’t think she understands at all where I am coming from. It’s kind of frustrating. I want to say, you don’t understand what I am trying to tell you, but I also don’t want to be in your face about it. After all, she is my supervisor. And, I’m just not an in-your-face kind of person.
She’s about twenty years younger than I am. And some people think she’s kind of strange.
Here’s the other thing she didn’t like. My company will pay us for four hours a month of community service. Some of our local elementary schools have a “community reader day,” where business people come in and read a book to an elementary classroom.
I love reading so I volunteered to do this last school year. I was asked again by the school system if I would be willing to do it again and I agreed.
I sent my supervisor telling my supervisor the date and time when I volunteered. Apparently, I should have asked instead of telling.
The thing is, though, I’ve always said, both with her and with my previous supervisor, I have an appointment at such and such a time and need someone to cover for me. Just a straight forward email. Period.
You know, I think I get the hierarchy, but I’m also not in grade school. I shouldn’t have to raise my hand to get permission to go to the bathroom.
Oh, and there was one more thing. She had been out on maternity leave for three months and returned about a month ago. A few weeks before she went out on maternity leave, she told me that my previous supervisor would be the one for me to contact when I needed someone to cover for me for lunch and appointments and stuff. So I have been working with my previous supervisor on those things and kept doing so even when my current supervisor came back from maternity leave. Nobody said anything about doing it any differently. So I kept doing it the way it was.
I told my previous supervisor that I would need most of Thursday afternoon off. Later, I asked someone in human resources if I could use bereavement time later in the week, even though it wasn’t right up against the funeral. (I was going to go talk to the counselor.) I thought I was asking about HR policy, but apparently, it didn’t come across that way. The HR person told me to talk to my supervisor about it. I decided to just not bother about trying to use bereavement time and so I didn’t say anything to my current supervisor about it. The HR person told my current supervisor about my request and my current supervisor talked to my previous supervisor and found out I had asked for that time out and was offended that I hadn’t talked to her, my current supervisor. My current supervisor didn’t understand the timing of my requests/questions and she also didn’t understand that I didn’t know whether my current supervisor or my previous supervisor was the one scheduling coverage for me.
Yeah, I know. I sound kind of whiney. I guess the thing is, I try so hard to do a good job at work. I try to be there for people and help people. I try to do everything right. I try to get things done for people and reply to emails as fast as I can and rearrange things I’ve scheduled for them if needed. I try to work hard for my company and do a good job. I try to communicate with people. I try to be nice and kind and helpful to people. But I don’t quite get this. I guess I have to be more careful in the way I write my emails to her. She is rather flowery, if that is the right word, in her emails. She uses a lot of jargon, which I don’t do. I guess I just have to cater to her since she is the one who does my annual review. (Is it possible to cater to someone and not be codependent at the same time?)
I think one big reason why this is so hard for me at the moment is that it is bad enough walking around on eggshells at home and having to protect myself at home and second guess myself and everything else at home and I really do not want to have to do that at work, too.
She makes me feel the way I feel at home. I just never know. I don’t know if she is going to reply to an email. I don’t know if she is going to give me an answer that I need. I don’t know if I can ask her. I don’t know if I understand what she wants me to do. I don’t know if I am doing it the way she wants me to do it. I just don’t know.
I’m sorry this is such a long, convoluted post. I try not to do that to you. I just needed to get these things off of my chest. I need to stop dwelling on them and obsessing over them. I also need to stop feeling like a victim.
I just need to let it all go.
[This post is taken from another website: womensfreedomcenter.net. I did not write it; I only wanted to have a record of it here.]
Sexual Violence & Consent
Sexual violence includes a wide range of non-consensual sexual activities, which may be perpetrated by partners, friends, family, acquaintances, or strangers. Sexual violence may include but is not limited to:
Sexual Assault or Rape
Many people think that most rapes are committed by strangers, but the reality is that most women are raped by someone they know.
In Vermont the words rape and sexual assault mean the same thing.
It is a crime in Vermont to have sex with someone without their consent. In Vermont, the crime of sexual assault occurs there is penetration of any kind (vaginal, oral, or anal) by a body part or object:
It’s sexual assault even if the other person is your partner. It’s sexual assault even if you were drinking or using drugs. It is sexual assault no matter what you were wearing or where you were.
Sexual violence is not about sexual attraction.
Sexual violence is about power and control.
Consent is permission for something to happen or agreement to do something. When sex is
consensual, it means everyone involved has agreed to what they are doing and has given their permission. Non-consensual sex, or sex without someone’s agreement or permission, is sexual assault.
Consent needs to be clear. Consent is more than not hearing the word “no.” A partner saying nothing is not the same as a partner saying “yes.” Don’t rely on body language, past sexual interactions or any other non-verbal cues. Never assume you have consent. Always be sure you have consent.
Sexual consent can only be FREELY given if:
You have a right to your feelings, what might feel right one time may not feel right the next time.
You don’t have to do something again just because you did it once.
You have a right to set your boundaries and talk about them.
I think the thing that gets me most about what happened (see post) is that, on Friday night, after I said, if you loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to do something that hurts me, he kept pressuring me to have sex with him. And then on Saturday morning, he got on top of me and was using me and trying to get me to make love with him.
After I told him that if he loved me, he wouldn’t ask me to do something that hurts me.