In the last little while I have been betrayed by people I thought were decent – thoughtful people. People I’d invested time and energy in because I thought they cared about me the way I cared about them.
I’m the person that seeks out a new person to help acclimate them to the neighborhood/ward. I invite them to activities, introduce/help them to make friends, organize group events and do my best to provide everyone with fun and entertainment.
I’m the one that draws people out – let’s them share their stories and feel important. I find it my responsibility to help people feel good about themselves. I guess you could say I know what it’s like to be new in a ward…and I don’t want people to go through what I have gone through. I’m one of those people that find that it’s my responsibility to get out there and get to know people – even if I’m new.
So it’s especially hard on me to find out that in the end these people identify how easy it is to abuse my good intentions by simply taking advantage of me. Stupid me for allowing it.
I have a problem with blinders. If you’re nice to me I will tolerate most anything you have to say or do…until I wake up. Once I feel betrayed…it’s over.
Recently I had a friend that turned out to only call if she wanted something. This “friend” would complain about her husband, her kids, people in the ward/neighborhood and ask me to be company on errands for her. She asked me to babysit for her when I was explosively pregnant – but never returned the favor. It became a HUGE joke that whenever I had a call from her it was only ever to ask for something. I stopped answering the phone – I was totally disappointed and upset about being badly used.
I had another friend who I had also been someone I had sought out to help and do the neighborly thing to help get acclimated to the area/ward. I introduced her to the friend in the paragraph above and it turns out they decided I was easy to use and then screw over in the end.
So what I don’t understand is…as I look over my life…I can’t remember one instance of a friend seeking me out. I can’t remember one boyfriend who I didn’t ask out first. It’s very hard to think of many activities in the ward I’m in that I’ve ever been invited to. I’m always inviting and organizing activities… and people love to come…but with the exception of 2 women who occasionally spearhead activities…it’s all me.
Not to mention my RS pres has a vendetta against me because she thinks I’m an idiot.
Thinking through this made me wonder. What is it about me that people don’t feel a need to reach out to? Why am I cursed to be “alone”? Alone in reaching out … alone in creating fun GNOs… it’s like that quote about leadership …the loneliness of it all. I didn’t ask to be so… Or am I just a really bad judge of character? I treat people the way I want to be treated…so when they treat me like doggy-doo – I figure that’s what they want back…the end.
Things like this make my friend SW awesome. I invited her to go to tea with me and my girls. I have done this with many folks in my ward. I paid – like I usually do. It wasn’t a big deal – she only ordered tea and scones. It was nothing. The very next day I had this gift bag on my front door. In it was this glorious tea pot with a satchel full of tea. We had talked about how much I love tea and how I want a cute tea pot…and she thoughtfully did something so fabulous for me. It nearly made me cry. I have never once had anyone do something like this for me. I’ve taken numerous people out to tea and paid for them – and have yet to have them do something like that for me. So to have my friend SW do this… was monumental. It made me realize that there are people out there like me… I found one. It’s so nice to be on the receiving end for once.
If you ever feel like you’re the one that has to organize, start things, introduce people and a consistent doer… you might feel like this once in a while. You know, where you feel utterly alone. Despite being the life of a party, group or the gatherer – you feel apart. It’s something I don’t understand, bewilders and frustrates me – so since I need a place to go for just me – voila. Join me won’t you?
Christmas Day we didn’t wake up until it was nearly noon. The girls opened their three presents – something to wear, play with and read. Then while they dug into their stockings, Daddy made delicious omelets for breakfast.
The girls were especially excited to see that Santa ate all the cookies and drank all the milk. They were so excited that he brought them candy canes in their stockings as well. There is nothing better than Christmas through a child’s eyes. I am so grateful to be a mother.
After all that excitement we all took naps. After the nap we made a scrumptious Christmas dinner.
Christmas Day Dinner: Honey Glazed Ham, Garnet Yams with Maple Syrup and Maple-Sugar Streusel, French Green Beans with bleu cheese and candied walnuts, mashed potatoes with cream cheese, baby green and spinach salad with balsamic vinegar, pears and avocados, blood orange soda..mmmm.