Once you are wrong, you’ll always be wrong and can never do anything right. And if you’re right in his eyes, you can never do anything wrong.
I’m in the first category. Ever since I was little, everything I did was wrong. There was exasperated sighs, hands thrown up in the air, yelling, shouting, pointing. Always, whatever I did, whatever I tried, I was wrong.
I didn’t put my shoes where they were supposed to be.
I left smudges on the mirror.
I threw a wet sock down the clothes chute and it got all the other clothes wet and what was I thinking? Do I even think? Ever?
I left the light on. I shut the door too hard. I couldn’t remember the difference between a phillips head and a flat head. I didn’t push in my chair. I move too fast.
I took too long. I put us behind. I didn’t pay attention. My head was filled with nonsense and always somewhere else instead of where it should be.
So now, here I am again, feeling totally inept in my adult life. I just got a job, proud of myself, and immediately, it’s: ‘well, that’s good, that will give you time to look for a real job.’ Lights out on any shred of self-esteem I might still have had.
And now the big stuff is coming out. For a while, there was a lull. But now the ish has really hit the fan, so to speak. He broke. He called us out on all of our flaws, all of our problems, hollered and shouted and pointed and said, ‘you, you, you.’ Should have. Don’t you think? I’m at the end of my rope. Lost cause. What do you expect?
Part of me feels ashamed. All of me feels guilty. And responsible. I listen to every word as though it is absolute truth. He is absolutely right and I am absolutely wrong. About all of it. I’m wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong for not working harder. Wrong for not listening. Wrong for making bad decisions. Wrong for not figuring it out. Not working hard enough. Not caring enough. Not doing enough. Not moving fast enough. Wrong at every move.
I’ll never be right. I’ll never, ever get it right. No matter what I do or how hard I try, I will always, inevitably, be wrong.