If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.

“We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it… Anyone can love ‘because.’ That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something ‘despite.’ To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.” -Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

You should probably ignore this post. To be honest, I’m not certain I’m going to publish this post.

I don’t recall which classic story ended in the perpetrator getting walled into a room forever. I thought it was The Count of Monte Cristo, but I’m likely incorrect. I just have a vivid mental image of him screaming through the tiny remaining open space as the final brick slides into place.  

That’s where I am right now. Only I’m bricking myself into my own prison.  

Amidst all the horrific stress and terror of the past month, I’ve been desperately pushing down/aside/away other things that have cracked my foundations and left me on precarious footing. I locked it all away for a time, ignoring everything for weeks under the wave of fear and worry associated with the accident. Now that Husband is doing significantly better and I no longer wonder if he’ll live, I’m getting to the point that if I DON’T let something out that last brick will slide into place. And I’ll be trapped in self-imposed isolation.

Ultimately, the main drama will be resolved somehow or another, and it doesn’t really matter what it was (because it will eventually be dealt with). What matters for this post is this: I’m a person with many acquaintances and very few real friends (by friends I don’t mean people who consider me their friend: I mean people I’m willing to trust and lean on when I need them).

I don’t trust easily or well, and I don’t let many past those outer periphery “I know you and generally like you some” edges. When I discover someone isn’t actually trustworthy in my moral code, fair or not, I purposefully withdraw from everyone. I bury everything deep under a pasted-on a positive attitude and keep going on the outside.

On the inside I’m slapped by shock, followed by incendiary overwhelming anger, followed by humiliation and despair…who hold red-hot pokers in their evil little hands and beat me as long as I let them. Those devious bastards insert and foster dark thoughts and invite anger back to the party, particularly when I’m alone at 3am.

And now I’m sorely tempted not to trust anyone again. I’m caught between “you never should’ve anyway” and “if you don’t open up now and again you’ll be alone.”

I’m aware of the over-dramatic nature of my anxiety, pain and depression. I’m even aware that my moral code is harsher than most and likely an unfair standard, particularly in certain situations. I find this to be somewhat of a failing in my character, that opening up isn’t often worth the risk to my heart. It’s a part of me that’s been under construction for quite some time as I try to keep myself from alienating people in general and be more…positive…about humans.

Husband keeps telling me how proud he is of me for dealing with everything that’s going on and keeping it together, but all of that is an utter sham. I’m not and don’t deserve any sort of praise here. I’m a brick or two away from being completely walled-in and emotionally frozen. I’m not suicidal. I’m just broken. I don’t know what to do about it.

I put the quote about love at the top of this post to remind myself what I want to work toward: loving despite and including flaws. Even when I’m talking about my own.

5 thoughts on “If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.

  1. Your post is beautiful. And I, even though we aren't \”friends\” I am a lot like you. Your defense mechanism isn't totally useless–not everyone in life will deserve your trust, and many who do ask how you are or what's going on with you are more curious than caring.I do wish you well, your husband, and that you find comfort in others. If anything, don't take people's ill actions or moral shortcomings as slaps to you. One thing I try to do when I feel something feels wrong or malicious is I ask myself \”what else could this mean?\” It's true there's a lot more going on with people at any given moment than what we are aware of. Sometimes people's ability to be good friends comes in cycles–a relationship of phases rather than consistent support. Maybe these deserve the benefit of the doubt? Or, don't realize their own lack of support? Don't take it too personally, I guess is my point. I rambled more than I intended. And good luck to you during this hard time.


  2. Sorry I can't help with the rest of your problems, but the story you're thinking of is 'The Cask of Amontillado' by Edgar Allan Poe. Hope that helps, and good luck with everything else.


  3. Thank you. In this particular case it wasn't lack-of-support but actual direct betrayal, unfortunately. Sigh. But I totally agree: generally it's better to give the benefit of the doubt for lack-of-being-a-good-friend. After all, I'm often unable to give enough energy to be a good friend, too, and I can't possibly know what's going on in another person's head. Lordy, I can barely keep track of what's going on in mine, more often than not.


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