But does my mom care? No, of course not. All she cares about is her fucking self. She doesn�t want the hassle of the moving, having to find a renter for the house [she won�t sell, even though we�d make an insane profit (because real estate here is ridiculously inflated) and be able to pay off all out debts�IDIOT], packing up all our stuff, and finding a new job. Never mind that she would be near her best friend, her aging parents who aren�t going to be around much longer, a place she knows a loves and grew up in, a better-paying job� the list goes on. It turns out she is not losing her job next year like we originally though, but she will have to work part-time again. We are too fucking poor for her to be working part-time! She wanted [NEEDED] to be working full-time next year, but now she can�t because of all the job losses in CA [for teachers]. Again, another reason to move. I HATE HER, I HATE HER, I HATE HER! I just wanted to kill myself when I heard this. I mean really, what�s the point? Another year just like the last. The worst fucking year of my life it�s been, and I get to repeat it again. Don�t bother telling me I can �make it better� because I know it will be just the same if I stay here. Nothing will change except I will have to go to a college around here, which will mean even more stress. I don�t know how the HELL I am going to manage that.
So that was the sorry situation I was faced with Friday. But I am glad to say I am feeling much more optimistic over this situation after talking with my therapist on Monday. Reason being that she proposes I go to Dallas at the end of the summer as planned, without my mom. If I can find a community college in Dallas that has dorms, I will live there, and if not, I�ll find the cheapest, smallest apartment nearby. But, of course, there is a catch. There is always a catch. Besides the obvious parental approval I will need [I need their money of course, therefore they must approve this, because even if I get a job I can�t afford living on my own, not with going to school as well], Deirdre [therapist] says I have to be �healthy� first. Her plan is to have me go to Renfrew or a similar residential, compete the program, or at least most of it, so that I am �healthy enough� to go away at the end of the summer/start of fall. I�m not too happy about this, but I think it�s better than the alternative. My choice is basically: stay here another year, stay completely sick and depressed and most likely not be able to handle a full school year and end up doing like one class and probably barely completely THAT, have no friends [my one friend here who is now home from college will be going back in the fall and I will hardly ever see her], etc, or gain some weight and move to Dallas where I will get to live on my own and have at least a few friends [Cameron, Kris, Taylor (Cam�s sister]] and be close to lots of family friends and relatives. Obviously, option two is better. BUT, if my mom and dad don�t OK this plan [Mom will be enough of a problem, but the hardest by far will be convincing my dad], then I don�t know what I�ll do� I don�t think I can make it through another year, quite honestly. I am too depressed to continue this way for another 12 months. I really can�t take it anymore�
My mom/dad know nothing of this plan yet. I don�t know when I�ll tell my mom, I have to be sure this is what I want first. That I am willing to gain weight, get �better� or at least convince everyone else that I am much healthier in regard to my ED. I know, of course, that I can �go back� but even just gaining 10 pounds scares the shit out of me, and I�d have to gain more than that I think� I�m between 73 and 74 right now, and I don�t think my therapist would give her �OK� [needed for sure to get the parents� ok] if I was 83/84� I need to know what this �magic number� is that I can leave at. 83/84 sounds plenty fat to me. I don�t want to get higher than that!!! It would be so much easier if I could move FIRST, and THEN try to get myself in a better place. It�s very scary to face the prospect of getting fatter and then worrying if it will still all work out � if I will still be allowed to live on my own. And, if I will really be happy like that. What if I�m still the same mess when I gain the weight and move? What if I�m still depressed and unable to cope? Then I�ll just be depressed and FAT�
It�s a lot to think about, obviously.