Thanks Masterptr for the encouragement and hugs.
I can't drop a class, we are already half way through
I am working on preselect classes to get into a nursing program. This is the most classes I have ever taken. I actually started over and changed majors after I left my husband, because now I am looking at having to make enough money to support them on my own. Nursing is not my first choice. I now wish I would of stuck with what I was doing before. The down side of it would of been the big student loan bill I would have. I know if I stick to my decision that it will be well worth it.
I failed two of my mid terms yesterday. I don't even care anymore. My family was supposed to help me do a speech next weekend and now all of a sudden everyone is busy, thanks a lot for your support family.
I want to take my kids and move, start over, far away from everyone. The only people that understand are people that are in recovery, that have gone through the same as me.
In the center I went to (2x) they talk about S.E.R.F. which stands for Spirituality, exercise, Rest and food plan. Also not letting ourselves get too hungry, angry, lonely or tired. When I have these things in check, things seem to move so much smoothly.
I think what triggered me to eat this time was my family saying they were too busy to help me film my 5 minute speech. They have no problem pushing me, expecting me to carry the world on my shoulders, but if I ever need their help they get upset because I am disturbing their lives. They never even tried to understand how to help me with the eating disorder, and even when I was sick practically on my death bed, my mom had to beg them to help me get into the treatment center. I don't feel like I am in the right family. If they would ask me for help and I had the means, I wouldn't think twice. I am the first granddaughter/neice of the family, but never have been the favorite.
My cousin is the favorite, gets everything from my family, and when I ask, I am always turned down or it is a big deal.
Don't get me wrong, they have helped me with watching the kids from time to time, helping me when I was going through the process of getting away from my ex etc. I guess I should stop expecting them to help at all.
Another thing that messed me up is my mom. She found out she has HIV earlier this year. I assumed she did way long before she wanted to go to the doctor. She has never been a mother figure since going through the divorce in 96, which was when the whole anorexia started. She wanted to act like a teenager and it was a game to her to get attention from men, and pretty much would do anything they wanted for that attention. She also has an eating disorder and extreme codependency. What really threw me for a loop what the fact that she is not being responsible for her new diagnosis. She put my infant son in danger because it was too much of a problem for her to put a band aid on. Something happened with an open and actively bleeding cut on her arm and my infant son, who is teething, possibly sucking on the area. I was told I need to get him tested in three months. I just feel sick all over talking about it again. I feel so much hate for her, for being the worst mother and grandmother possible.
If I were to win the lottery tomorrow, I would be out of here, away from all these sick people who are making me even more sick. I can't take it anymore.