Is it Friday Yet?
May. 23rd, 2005 08:40 amFirst one in the office this morning, as I often am.
My day yesterday was somewhat unexpected. The weather here was terrific 80-85 degrees, brilliant sunshine, a gentle breeze off the bay. Once Lace got home, we took off into the day. We went to Ikea to spend money and set up a home delivery. Then...inspiration struck and even though it was late in the afternoon, I hijacked us to Alameda for ice cream. Earlier in the afternoon, I'd left the Mad Scientist a voice mail just to say hi and that I was in his neck of the woods on errands. He returned my call as Lace and I were en route to the island. I invited him to join us for ice cream.
So MS joined us for ice cream...we three migrated to the Lucky 13 a fabulous funky bar, and sat talking and laughing through 3 rounds of drinks, then on to a tequila bar/mexican restaurant for dinner. He gave us a ride home and me a kiss good night.
So two dates in one weekend? We'll see if he disappears after this rather concentrated immersion into my weird and wacky life and having met my weird and wacky roommate :)
And so today...I arrive to work having had a much better weekend than the previous one.
I spent my time reading up in the book Understanding the Borderline Mother as I have therapy tonight. I read about the children and the fathers. My sister and I fit the description of the all-good and no-good child of the Queen-Witch famously. However, reading the general descriptions of the type of man who marries a BPD is a little more difficult for me to sort through.
They are the Frog-Prince (most commonly married to the waif), the Huntsman (most commonly married to the Hermit), the King-narcissist (married to the Queen) and the Fisherman (married to the Witch).
My mother is definitely the Queen-Witch
My father is definitely not the King, he's a bit of the Fisherman, but he is mostly the Huntsman. That could explain their own conflicts as he did not possess the qualities the Queen-witch demands from a consort.
So rather than being extremely rattled today, but my own relationship with my mother, laid out in stark black and white...I'm reflective and contemplative. Trying to look at my parent's relationship with a remove and a new perspective. I'm also pondering what had to have happened to my mother to make her this way; to make all of them this way. Her 3 siblings are no better. All of them are BPD. So...what I know of my grandparents...what happened? I do not know--and I may never know, but something or some THINGS had to have been very traumatic, brutal, or something.
I stopped just before the final chapters which deal with how the child can cope and contain within a relationship with a BPD mother. They are titled thus:
Loving the Waif without rescuing her
Loving the Hermit without feeding her fear
Loving the Queen without becoming her subject
Living with the Witch without becoming her victim
(I find it extremely interesting the change of 'loving' to 'living' with the witch. VERY interesting.)
The final chapter is titled: Living Backwards
So...the coming week will be interesting.
My day yesterday was somewhat unexpected. The weather here was terrific 80-85 degrees, brilliant sunshine, a gentle breeze off the bay. Once Lace got home, we took off into the day. We went to Ikea to spend money and set up a home delivery. Then...inspiration struck and even though it was late in the afternoon, I hijacked us to Alameda for ice cream. Earlier in the afternoon, I'd left the Mad Scientist a voice mail just to say hi and that I was in his neck of the woods on errands. He returned my call as Lace and I were en route to the island. I invited him to join us for ice cream.
So MS joined us for ice cream...we three migrated to the Lucky 13 a fabulous funky bar, and sat talking and laughing through 3 rounds of drinks, then on to a tequila bar/mexican restaurant for dinner. He gave us a ride home and me a kiss good night.
So two dates in one weekend? We'll see if he disappears after this rather concentrated immersion into my weird and wacky life and having met my weird and wacky roommate :)
And so today...I arrive to work having had a much better weekend than the previous one.
I spent my time reading up in the book Understanding the Borderline Mother as I have therapy tonight. I read about the children and the fathers. My sister and I fit the description of the all-good and no-good child of the Queen-Witch famously. However, reading the general descriptions of the type of man who marries a BPD is a little more difficult for me to sort through.
They are the Frog-Prince (most commonly married to the waif), the Huntsman (most commonly married to the Hermit), the King-narcissist (married to the Queen) and the Fisherman (married to the Witch).
My mother is definitely the Queen-Witch
My father is definitely not the King, he's a bit of the Fisherman, but he is mostly the Huntsman. That could explain their own conflicts as he did not possess the qualities the Queen-witch demands from a consort.
So rather than being extremely rattled today, but my own relationship with my mother, laid out in stark black and white...I'm reflective and contemplative. Trying to look at my parent's relationship with a remove and a new perspective. I'm also pondering what had to have happened to my mother to make her this way; to make all of them this way. Her 3 siblings are no better. All of them are BPD. So...what I know of my grandparents...what happened? I do not know--and I may never know, but something or some THINGS had to have been very traumatic, brutal, or something.
I stopped just before the final chapters which deal with how the child can cope and contain within a relationship with a BPD mother. They are titled thus:
Loving the Waif without rescuing her
Loving the Hermit without feeding her fear
Loving the Queen without becoming her subject
Living with the Witch without becoming her victim
(I find it extremely interesting the change of 'loving' to 'living' with the witch. VERY interesting.)
The final chapter is titled: Living Backwards
So...the coming week will be interesting.