Jeg syns folk klager generelt mye. Fra alt til ingenting. Jeg føler vel egentlig at folk har rett til å klage, for det er jo subjektivt hvordan man takler ting. Men jeg tar meg likevel i å tenke over at enkelte ikke kan ha mye å gjøre på, når de finner tid til å kaste vekk energien sin på klaging og sutring. Hvorfor klager man? For å få sympati? Forståelse for sin situasjon? Føler man seg bedre når folk skriver "klem", "enig", "stakkars deg". Får man en boost når man klager over andre og gjør nøyaktig det samme selv? Jeg klager selv, helt klart, men jeg tror jeg er langt fra en versting. Som posteren i sitatet under her sier; jeg er ikke ute etter sympati, jeg vil ikke være marty …
Jeg vil dele et innlegg fra et annet forum med dere. Når folk er i hennes sko, har man virkelig klagegrunn.
I have given this post much thought over the past couple of days - what I would say, how I could possibly convey my emotions across a computer screen, how to make sure I get across what I need to get across….
So much has gone on in my life over the past year or so. I don’t share all of it here because, truthfully, I’m afraid you all may not believe me. After all, how can so much happen to one person? I never wanted to be one of those people that were second guessed on the message board either - “The Little Poster Who Cried Wolf”, if you will. Plus, I never wanted pity or to play the martyr. I still don’t want those things. I think I will just give a Reader’s Digest version of the events of my life. All of these things have occurred in roughly a one year span - a little more than a year, but I’m too tired and overwhelmed to calculate exact time frames right now. I hope you will understand.
I had a miscarriage. My husband began having grand mal seizures for no apparent reason. A tornado hit our town, destroying much of the town and doing $25,000 damage to our home. My best friend had a stroke, almost died, was finally arrested and is still in court mandated rehab. My husband, while driving my car, hit a telephone pole and totaled my car. We had a lawsuit brought against us for an amount of several thousand dollars. Obviously, I became pregnant and had a beautiful baby. My husband had back surgery. My grandmother died. My uncle died. One of my husband’s best friends was hit by a semi while standing outside of his car and died. My mother disowned me, attacked my husband (literally, at Christmas no less!), and called us both horrible names (We have since reconciled.) My husband has lost around 40 pounds, prompting rumors of drug use, sickness, and even anorexia (!) to fly around in our small town. I got my first complaint from a parent to my principal. My husband’s back surgery left him with a massive amount of scar tissue around his sciatic nerve bundle, meaning he has lost reflexes to his left leg and will need some type of rehabilitation for the REST OF HIS LIFE (He’s only 29!) - physical therapy, steroid epidurals, narcotic pain meds. My husband has been out of work for several months. I found out I have early arthritis in my lower back (due to a genetic defect that I’ve always known about). I have also had three ovarian cysts rupture. Creditors call our house all hours of the day and night because since Matt has had no job, we cannot keep up with what we previously could - We don’t live above our means at all; we LOST our means. Our electricity, water, and phone have all been turned off at least once (really bad when it’s water). I used all of my maternity leave with Kate, so this maternity leave is unpaid, and Matt is not making money now either. My FIL had a heart attack and was put on life support (He did, after many long months, eventually make it and return to semi-normal.) My childhood dog, Pepper, died. My husband has been pretty much absent for the past year. My marriage is really, really suffering. I have had massive, overwhelming bouts with depression.
One or two of these things could happen, and I would still be fine. Hell, four or five even. Every time something else would happen, I would think “This has to be it. It can’t get worse.” I’ve learned over the past year never to say those words.
