Ok, so I am pretty aware that everyone hates doing laundry. It is repetitive, wash, dry, fold, put away. Never ever ending.
Wash, dry, fold, put away.
Repeat.
I am, like many, involved in this process all.the.time.
It stinks. Every time.
Then the memories hit.
Yup, I have been traumatized by laundry.
I was engaged to a not-very-nice boy prior to meeting my hubby.
He was one of those slick kinds. He was cute and full of charm.
Until he wasn’t.
About 3 months into dating he started yelling at me for things.
“People don’t like you.”
“People don’t want to be around you.”
“Why are you dressed like that? You should dress to complement me.”
“Why are you dressed like that? You shouldn’t dress like me, you should dress like the people we are going to be with.”
“Why don’t you ever talk to people?”
“Why do you talk so much?”
“WHY DID YOU DO THE LAUNDRY LIKE THAT? That’s a stupid way to do it. Everybody knows that is the wrong way. Why are you so stupid? I don’t know if I love you.”
Yup.
Thing is? I didn’t do the laundry wrong. I did it just as the instructions on the soap bottle tell you to. Other thing is? I have been doing laundry a loooooonnnnnngggg time. All of my clothes have survived.
His comments were so stupid. You’d think I’d be able to just brush it off. It’s been years and it was stupid. And yet, 14 years later this coming April 15th, I still hear that every dang time I go to do laundry. And there are 5 of us in our family. I do a lot of laundry. I hear a lot of garbage in my head.
I have no idea what to do about it. The therapist says, I am choosing to hang on to things like that and I just need to reframe them.
Um, yeah. How do I do that? Think I can get the doc to give me a note to get out of doing all laundry?
Now, that might be worth looking into…
Survive til you Thrive!
