How are you all feeling about the upcoming "family" holidays? How do you manage your grief and expectations at this time of year?
This will be our third Thanksgiving/Christmas without Josh present. He is blocked from us right now due to his abusiveness. I struggle every day maintaining enough self-respect to keep some boundaries and not allow him to abuse me. It's hard. I just feel so cheated sometimes from what I thought would "be". And yes, I know it doesn't mean that it will always be this way. I try to keep that in mind too.
We just found out that our younger son is thinking about moving across the country in March, and we are being supportive of him but are grieving his being so far away. If it comes about, it will feel like we have "lost" both adult kids. My dream of having them close by seems be that just that--a dream.
So...the holidays are on my mind and I'm wondering what your thoughts are?
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
I went to the store and got sliced turkey, dressing, a very small ham, yams, veggies, rolls and a desert.
I have lots of great Christmas movies and there are some very good Netflix movies to watch also.
When I get up in the morning, I'm going to cook a holiday dinner.
There are no kids here anymore.
I'm single again, divorced these past two years.
What I intend to do is to make myself a fantastic meal while listening to Christmas music. Later on, I'm going to watch some funny movies and relax.
I intend to enjoy my day.
By myself.
Yup. You bet I am.
And I really feel that's what I'm supposed to be doing.
Because I can't do sad anymore.
I can't do lonely anymore.
I can't waste my Todays longing for Yesterdays (which weren't that great, truth be told).
I'm not trading in my Tomorrows either.
I just can't.
The whole issue of having a homeless son and two disconnected adult children is horrible. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
My family is fragmented, divided, alienated and dysfunctional.
And at some point, I just had to accept it. I accept things for what they are. I will not beat my head against that wall anymore.
I hope my homeless son has a Thanksgiving dinner somewhere. Perhaps the Salvation Army or maybe with a friend or acquaintance. I don't know.
I hope my other son, my daughter and their respective spouses/families/friends celebrate the day in whatever fashion that they have chosen.
Because you know what?
I'm tired.
I deserve some peace and quiet.
I deserve a hot meal and a funny Christmas movie.
I really, really do deserve it.
I busted my butt to make so many people happy (or so I hoped) , for over 40 years and in the end it didn't work out.
I accept that.
So, it's just time to move on -- to do something new.
To turn the page.... and always keep editing.
Happy Thanksgiving and hugs to all of you.
"Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow"
- Melody Beattie