I'm really in touch with how much I'm on the "outside" and "don't belong" so much today. I'm in a perpetual state of welling up with deep heartache tears all day long if I let myself think about it...finally finding someone safe who obviously cares deeply for me in parental-type way and will work for my good to the best of his ability, but, I don't get to belong to or with him...ever. I can "keep" him some ways, forever...but mostly, I'll always be on the outside looking in.
The people I do belong to couldn't and still can't be safe, though I give the benefit of the doubt that they would truly want to if their own woundedness wasn't in the way. The people (right now, person) who has best been what I need(ed), I can never belong to...not truly. Or more like, he can never belong to me.
It was his birthday this week and I couldn't express how special he is to me in the way I try to with my parents, though with them, it's something owed...and with T, it kind of just welled up within me (it reminds me of the picture of our family Boo made for me to day that said, "I luv you, Mommy," just an outpouring from the kids inside). That's part of why I suggested he take the time off; it's about all I'm able to really to give him. And that's the crux of it...the only gift I have to offer is time away from me and my struggling. I've purposefully been quiet though I need to reach out right now. It's all I have to give. I will probably bring a little something my next session and I did text him to say happy birthday...but with my dad's being about a week before T, it's such a contrast what I feel "allowed" to give vs the connection I have with each. And...I just feel pathetic.
Is this what grieving is? If so, it sucks...