Drowning in insecurity
I lost a lot of things when I choose to walk away from my marriage. I lost a 17-year relationship, my best friend, my hopes for the future, the life I was accustomed to, but the biggest thing I lost was my sense of security. I am a pretty self-assured person for the most part, but I still have a good number of insecurities, just like everyone else. However, ending my 13 year marriage robbed me of any sense of security that I ever had, even if it was a false sense of security.
I am currently living in a state of complete upheaval with fears of what my future might hold. As a result of my pending divorce, in a matter of months, I will have to sell my family home of the past 7 years, uproot my kids, and move them back to a state that they barely remember from their childhood. I haven’t worked in 8 years and now I need to look at reentering the work force after a very long break from it. When I first stopped working to stay home with my kids, it was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. I was riddled with anxiety over it. I’d held some type of job since I was 10 years old. I’d always had a way of making money and supporting myself to some degree. I often worked multiple jobs, including throughout college. After having kids, I often fantasized about staying home with them, but never really thought it would become a reality. I even switched jobs at one point to prolong my ability to work while still being a good mother. That job ended up being a nightmare. When I found out I was pregnant with my third child and that my pay wasn’t even going to cover the cost of childcare for three children, I was a little relieved to feel forced to stop working. That didn’t mean I wasn’t in a panic about it. By not working, I felt like I was losing part of my, not to mention the waste of my education that I’d worked so hard to complete. More than anything though, I was afraid of becoming that woman who took time off from work, sacrificed her life for her family, only to find herself, a decade later, divorced and needing to do the difficult task of going back to work to support herself. Basically, exactly what has happened to me.
In my marriage, I felt secure in many ways. I felt secure that someone loved me, was there for me, that I was financially taken care of, that my kids and I would never starve, that things would always work out somehow because I wasn’t alone. All of this, of course, was a false sense of security. My husband had secret credit cards and an addictive spending habit that, at times, made it hard for me to buy groceries for the kids or pay for things we needed. Often times, at the end of the marriage, I felt like I was doing it all on my own. I wasn’t even sure that he still loved me. There were so many lies, half-truths, and hidden secrets that my security in anything began to wane. I thought leaving him wouldn’t feel too different because I was already doing it alone for the most part. This feeling, however, did not prepare me for the stark reality of actually doing it all alone and the amount of insecurity about everything in my life that I would experience.
I try so hard to put on a brave face and pretend that everything is going to be ok. I’m like a cat, I always land on my feet, I’ll make it through this. If I keep thinking these things and remain calm, then my children with believe it and they won’t panic. Inside though, I am screaming with panic and insecurity. I feel like nothing is ever going to be okay ever again. I am moving back to a state that I never intend to live my life in. A place I never felt like I fit in. I picture my future as lonely, working multiple jobs to keep a roof over my kids’ heads, living on food stamps and state medical care. I see myself even more exhausted than I constantly am, taking care of four boys by myself. My life will be completely about my boys and working to keep them happy and give them the things they need. There will be no romantic partner to emotionally support me. Even if I had time to date, who is going to want to be with a middle-aged, single mom of four crazy boys? No one in their right mind. Not to mention, that no one will ever love my boys or me enough to stick around. Anyone who seemed interested I would immediately become suspicious of what their true intentions were.
The whole experience has left me so raw and insecure of everything in my life. I’ll never be able to support my boys all alone. Teachers aren’t exactly rich and have a hard-enough time supporting just themselves, forget about a family with four growing boys. I’m going to be so worn out doing it all that I’m going to miss out on actually being a good parent. My boys will become teens and I’ll see them between jobs, never really knowing what they are up to or what trouble they are getting into. I’ll be doing the best I can, and it will still fall short. They will probably hate me for taking away the lifestyle they are accustom to, even though that lifestyle wasn’t sustainable even with their dad. All the lies in my marriage have made it impossible to trust anyone. I can’t even trust myself half the time. My thoughts are constantly conflicted. I’m not even sure what I am feeling half the time because I am too afraid that if I acknowledge any real feelings, the flood gates with break and I’ll come undone.
I am so full of fear and anxiety. I fear not being good enough, not enough for my boys, not strong enough, not having enough money, not having support that I need, not being able to trust anyone, not feeling loved or lovable, not feeling worthy of anything, not being happy ever again, not being able to do it alone. My fear engulfs me often at night. I lay in the darkness of my room, hot tears running done my face as I try to quiet my mind enough to sleep. There is no security in my future, I am walking on uneven ground. I feel like I’m trying to climb up a hill made of sand. Every time I start to make progress up the hill, the sand shifts underneath me and I begin to slide backwards. I’ll never make it up this hill. I am going to die on this hill, sinking in the sand, choking for air as my anxiety and panic eat me alive.