Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Too Young to Die But Old Is The Grave

I have kind of been neglecting this blog for a bit. There are some serious issues that I have been dealing with that have really made me struggle to hold onto who I am as an individual, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a friend, and simply as a human being.

Over the past few months, my family and myself have noticed significant changes in my father. My father was the type of man that enjoyed simple things. Spending an entire weekend eating, drinking wine and watching movie marathons on the SciFi channel would be a perfect weekend for him. There was nothing that he loved more than having a few drinks, creating new mixed drinks, or sharing a whole bottle of any type of liquor with people. As of recent months, my father no longer drinks any alcohol, not even wine. There aren't even any liquor bottles in my parents house. He no longer eats, he no longer sleeps and he no longer watches television. At all.


He is a completely different man


He has also been stuck on the idea that my mother is having an affair (well, several affairs now). At first, we thought he was being a typical jealous Dominican man. Jealousy runs in Latin men's blood since they are raised to believe a woman should stay home tending to her husband's every need (holds back vomit.) However, things kept taking a turn for the worse. He would accuse my mother of sleeping with any and every man we knew. He even accused her of sleeping with family friends that were women! He accused her of poisoning his food, of performing voodoo on him, putting sleeping pills in his drink, dressing provocatively, cheating with her doctors, her co-workers, her co workers husbands, her friends husbands and pretty much anyone that came to his mind.


All the while during his accusations, he was unable to produce a single piece of evidence. No phone calls, no voice mails, no sightings, no pictures, no text messages, no comparisons, no motives, no nothing. He would follow her, watch her, even hired someone to follow her, took her cell phone, and did several things that would have led him to find SOMETHING, anything...but he still produced nothing. And since he has been unable to produce evidence, he started saying that my mother placed a spell on him to blind him from seeing/finding evidence. She had a spell put on herself to protect her while she is out and about fornicating with several men and women. He became paranoid about everything and everyone. He would ask a question and you would answer him and then 5 minutes later he would ask the same question in a different manner to see if you would give him a different answer so he can try to catch you in a lie. He became a man obsessed, a man on a mission to catch my mother in an act that she wasn't even doing.


My father even went as far as saying that my mother belongs to a cult where women meet once a week to devise plans on how to control their husbands so they could go around whoring themselves out. This cult would send subliminal messages through the phone to people they wanted to influence and this is also how they would "prey" on the men that they wanted to sleep with. Mind you, my father is a very intelligent, scientific and highly educated man who got a Master's degree in Mathematics.

Wait, it gets worse...


This whole time all these things are going on, we had an idea that something was not right with him. We knew something was going on, but couldn't figure out what. We chalked it up to a mid life crisis and perhaps a nervous breakdown, but he just kept getting worse and worse. We started to notice these changes I spoke about in his behavior. We would also notice that he would suddenly break down in tears often. He would also threaten to disappear from our lives, threatened suicide when nobody believed him, and he would sometimes regress to child like behaviors and patterns.


Even with all of these somewhat clear signs, I still had a thought in the back of my mind that maybe he was right about everything. Maybe there were things that we just weren't seeing and weren't catching on to. Maybe, since he was obsessed, he noticed things we didn't. So I started to watch my mother's every move, watched the way she spoke, her behavior, analysed her words, dissected them, read into every line, noticed how she dressed, how she walked, how she moved. I watched every single detail my brain was capable of processing. I found nothing different, nothing that seemed like strange behavior from my mother, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing to lead me to believe that my father was right.


Then earlier this week, my father called me with something that made me realize that he was in serious need of help. I realized this was not normal jealousy or a mid life crisis or a nervous breakdown as we previously thought. My father had a mental problem...something way more serious than I ever imagined. Earlier this week, he called me and told me that he had discovered something that would seal the deal and convince everyone of my mother's "infidelity." He told me he was more than 100% sure of this news and he would lay his neck on the line to show he was right. He spoke with such conviction that I believed him before he even told me what it was. He went on to say that he was certain that my mother was sleeping with my fiancee, Victor, and with my sister's boyfriend, Stephen, who lives in the basement with my sister and her kids.

My heart literally came out of my ass at this point


It was right then and there that I knew he was not in tune with reality and he was not mentally well. I did some research on the Internet and looked up all his symptoms (delusions, paranoia, etc) and I discovered that there is a disorder called delusional disorder. There are 6 types of delusions, and one of them is jealousy where the person is convinced their spouse is cheating on them.


This disorder is a psychotic mental disorder where a person believes a delusion that could be possible and plausible, but is certainly not true. People with this disorder lead high functioning normal lives and don't really exhibit bizarre behaviors other than the delusions. These delusions can also be linked to other psychotic disorders, such as bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. The symptoms of this disorder, along with everything else associated with it, describes my father to a T. I have no doubt in my mind that he is suffering from this...no doubt at all.


People who suffer from delusional disorder often fall victims to depression and anxiety and suffer from this chronically and often for the rest of their lives. The only way to manage this is through drug therapy, where the patient is prescribed anti-psychotic medication, and through psychotherapy. However, most patients do not seek any help since they strongly believe that they do not have any type of psychological problem. My father, of course, is one of these people. He does not think there is anything wrong with him and he swears he will find evidence soon.


My family and I all went to see a family therapist yesterday (my father refused to attend) and we told him everything that was going on. He agreed with my diagnosis of delusional disorder and also told us that it sounds like my father might be suffering from a mix of mental disorders such as depression and schizophrenia.


I have no words to describe how that information made me feel...no words at all


We devised a plan to trick my father into coming to see this therapist. I don't know if it's gonna work and I don't know what to do if it doesn't. At this point, this is one of those things that my psyche cannot process. I feel like I am watching a movie and I am just waiting for it to end so I can leave the theater and go back to my normal life.



Title post is "The Bucket" by Kings of Leon

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Lesson Learned

I wanted to share a small, yet very important lesson that I learned this morning while making breakfast.

First, do NOT ever, EVER forget that you put an egg to boil and then let it sit in boiling water for over 40 minutes. The water eventually evaporates and the egg will be sitting in nothing but a dry and very, very hot pan.

Second, do NOT take said boiling hot pan with incredibly hot egg and run freezing cold water over it. The egg will explode like a bomb...literally and you will get egg chunks all over yourself (after you have gotten dressed for work) and your entire kitchen.

Third, the smell of a burnt/exploded boiled egg is very hard to get rid of. In fact, the smell haunts you and it's like it's stuck in your nose hair or something. Also, the image of the egg exploding is one that gets forever burned (pun intended) into your memory. It is quite disturbing actually...especially if you were starving and just saw your breakfast explode.

And last but certainly not least, say goodbye to the trusty pan you were using to boil the egg in. No matter how many times you wash it, the taste of burnt is forever embedded in the coating of the pan. Everything you cook in it will taste like shit.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Open Your Eyes and Let All the Light In

I am still alive

I haven't had much time for much of anything, but I am still here and still alive. I know I have hinted in the past that I have several things to sort out in my head before I share them with the super massive abyss that is the Internet. I have finally sorted out most of them...


My sister gave birth to triplets two months ago. Two boys and a little girl. When I first found out this news, I went through a series of emotions. I was angry because the person she chose to have children with is not someone who I think would make a good father. I was disappointed because she was only 21 and her life has not even begun yet. I was upset because I guess I was not ready for my little sister to grow up and be a parent. I was exasperated because how on earth is she going to handle three children at once? I was indifferent because at the end of the day, it is not my life that will be eternally affected. I have never been more wrong...


I have to admit that I did not agree with her pregnancy at any point during her pregnancy. I did not ask her how she felt, how the babies were doing, didn't want to see sonograms, I didn't even touch her stomach to feel the babies kick or anything. I willingly detached myself from the whole thing. I pretended that the huge object protruding from my sister's stomach did not exist. Because I did not agree with her decision, I told myself that I wanted nothing to do with it or the children. I maintained my distance and my heart was cold.


I continued with this attitude even when the children were born and I went to see them for the first time in the NICU at the hospital. They were born premature because they are triplets and they usually do not go the full 40 week term. I hate to admit that my heart felt nothing for them. I cared because they were my family but that was as far as it went.

One day, about two weeks after they were born, I went to visit them at the NICU with my mother. It was feeding time and my sister tells the nurse to show me how to feed the little girl. I admit, my first reaction was "Hell no! I don't know what I'm doing!" but the nurse assured me I would do fine and she would be there in case I did something wrong.


When I held that little girl in my arms for the first time while I fed her, the world shifted for me.


I cannot explain what the hell happened to me but everything changed. I was overwhelmed with a need to protect this innocent little creature. I held her for a while and I was filled with an immense feeling of unconditional love for this little girl. How could I love someone so much and all she had to do was exist? She literally made me want to be a better person just for her. I guess at this point, I understood what the big deal is about having kids. It is an indescribable feeling and I will never judge people who are affected by babies again.


This does not mean that I have changed my mind about having children. My feelings still stand. I don't really like them very much. I am not ready for kids and at in this moment, I still do not want kids of my own. The difference is that I understand why people want children and how children change people's lives. Although, I am not ready to give things up and make sacrifices yet, I now know I will be capable of wanting to be a better person for the sole purpose of someone else's existence. I will be capable of forming an unrequited bond with another person. I will be capable of being patient, loving, kind, helpful, wise, etc. I will be capable of being a good mother and this is something that I have never thought I could be.

My sister always asks me why out of the triplets, I am partial to the girl. I always tell her that it's because she is the only girl or because she is so well behaved, but the truth is that this little girl changed something in me. She changed the way a huge part of my future could have played out. I could have lived the rest of my life staying away from my niece and nephews but because of her, not only will I get the opportunity to be in their life, but I also know that I am capable of loving fully, truly and unconditionally.


Here is a pic of the triplets when they were about 6 weeks old:


Alyssa Marie, Alexander James & Aaron Christopher



Title of post is from "Collapse" by Saosin

Thursday, March 17, 2011

We Were Already, Already Bored

Hello there...I have been a little negligent of this blog but not for any reasons other than the fact that I have been extremely busy. I havent had a minute to myself since 2011 started and work has literally taken up my entire life. I get home after 9:30pm everyday for the most part. I guess this is what being adult is all about. Let me sum it up in two words: pure misery.
There is a lot that I want to share and catch myself up on but it will be left for another few posts because I have to finishing sorting my head out. For now, I just couldnt resist sharing some worthy and wonderful music that I have been listening to lately.

First is Arcade Fire. Congrats to them for taking home the Grammy for Album of the year because they were truly deserving of it. Their album "The Suburbs" is spectacular. If you have never heard of them, give them a chance. Here is their song "The Suburbs" from their winning album by the same title:



Next is one of my favorite singers, Adele. She has a new album, "21" that is just amazing. I really cannot choose a favorite, but I feel that the song "Take It All" showcases her voice and her musical style the best. It's also one of those songs that evoke emotions from you without you knowing it will.



I will definitely get back into the flow of blogging again as soon as I get a chance to do something besides work. There are a few exciting things going on in my life that I definitely want to track on here. As an old friend wrote on her blog: "We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." This is precisely why I started this blog, and I intend to continue it for this same reason.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Where The Light Is

I have been a bit obsessed with John Mayer lately. Although he is the founder and president of all douchebags, his music is incredible. I am able to separate a person from their talent/craft (Kanye West is another example) so John Mayer's douchy comments and qualities do not affect the way I view or feel about his music.

I mean the guy has been making music for years now and has won several Grammy's and released numerous albums, so the talent is certainly there. His albums are pretty mellow and slightly upbeat. He can come up with some pretty awesome and clever lyrics that really stick with you, and he plays the guitar very well. One of my favorite John Mayer songs is "Gravity." The guitar break in this song is amazing...I mean it literally sounds like it's crying. Its incredibly captivating.

So here's to you John Mayer, a very talented asshat



Tuesday, January 25, 2011

And I'll Do Anything For a Klondike

I love cover songs. They are the best...especially when rock artists cover hip hop songs. I just discovered that 30 Seconds to Mars covered "Stronger" by Kanye West. I don't know how I feel about it. I don't hate it, but I don't love it. What do you think? Check it out...


Thursday, January 20, 2011

You Could Be The One I'll Always Love


I have recently discovered that maybe love does exist after all





Title post is "Unintended" by Muse