BluMac81
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I'm coming up on my last day staying at my mom's place, and I'm starting to feel that usual guilt and sadness when I leave my family for home... I don't know where it comes from, but I remember this happening for years.
When I lived in Las Vegas, I would come by to visit my mom who lived 4 hours away in CA, we'd have a nice visit, and usually the first few hours of driving home I would feel this sadness and guilt...to the point of tears... guilt about things I should have done/said/etc. during the visit but didn't, sadness about leaving the loving comfort of my family and returning to the harsh life of independent living. It happened again when my mom visited my sister and I in Colorado... we spent a wonderful time together mostly at my sister's place, and then even hours before I was to return to Denver and my mom (and step dad) were to return home, I would feel the same guilt and sorrow creeping up on me. I would think about returning to my lonely one bedroom apartment, away from anyone who cares about me, and I remember putting on my sunglasses to hide my tears during our final walk before they (and I) were to part ways. I then cried half of the way home, but again soon on the way home it went away... mostly because I got some nicotine in my system and put on my favorite talk station, distracted from the dark thoughts and returned to baseline normalcy.
It greatly intrigues me as to why this happens every time. It goes beyond I think just 'missing them'...but might be closer to a 'longing for feeling loved'. And I do feel loved when I'm around my mother, step-father, and sisters.
But there is hope for me now... I drive home, not to an empty apartment, but to a house with 2 roommates (who are strangers though), and in the same city as my older sister, as well as an ex-girlfriend (now good friend) who do love and care about me.
I wonder if this feeling is normal, or an overreaction (stemming from my oversensitive nature).
When I lived in Las Vegas, I would come by to visit my mom who lived 4 hours away in CA, we'd have a nice visit, and usually the first few hours of driving home I would feel this sadness and guilt...to the point of tears... guilt about things I should have done/said/etc. during the visit but didn't, sadness about leaving the loving comfort of my family and returning to the harsh life of independent living. It happened again when my mom visited my sister and I in Colorado... we spent a wonderful time together mostly at my sister's place, and then even hours before I was to return to Denver and my mom (and step dad) were to return home, I would feel the same guilt and sorrow creeping up on me. I would think about returning to my lonely one bedroom apartment, away from anyone who cares about me, and I remember putting on my sunglasses to hide my tears during our final walk before they (and I) were to part ways. I then cried half of the way home, but again soon on the way home it went away... mostly because I got some nicotine in my system and put on my favorite talk station, distracted from the dark thoughts and returned to baseline normalcy.
It greatly intrigues me as to why this happens every time. It goes beyond I think just 'missing them'...but might be closer to a 'longing for feeling loved'. And I do feel loved when I'm around my mother, step-father, and sisters.
But there is hope for me now... I drive home, not to an empty apartment, but to a house with 2 roommates (who are strangers though), and in the same city as my older sister, as well as an ex-girlfriend (now good friend) who do love and care about me.
I wonder if this feeling is normal, or an overreaction (stemming from my oversensitive nature).