Chasejazz
“No story is a straight line... ".
Again I saw that advice column, Ask Amy in my Google feed. Why I read it is beyond me. But.... Her take was on nursing homes and people who have no visitors, because, she says, in this life you reap what you sow.
Why did I read it you wonder? Because I thought this horrible woman might have a good post for once. But no. She is the Queen of "toxic family syndrome". Her advice to nearly every troubled relationship is to run while you can!
Whatever happened to not giving up til there was nothing left to give? To know that at least you tried?
To forgive. To what wounds time might heal?
I swear, I might end up in a nursing home w no one to visit me. Certainly not my kids, anyway. And being divorced, there's no spouse.
I am trying, on a daily basis to rebuild myself like a Phoenix bird, arising from its own ashes.
I used to ruminate on where things went so wrong, and if indeed I was the problem. But therapy, brutal honesty and some very deep soul searching have tought me that I really was a good (enough) mother. I really did like/love my kids. I don't know, and will probably never know how things got so screwy. I'm rambling here, I know.
My block is littered with cars. People visiting family and friends for barbecues and holiday get-togethers. But not me. Again, I'm in this house alone. I never made many close friends and my family's across country. Too busy raising a family and taking care of other people. Heck. Maybe that Ask Amy is right. You do reap what you sow.
Anyway, Happy Labour Day.
Why did I read it you wonder? Because I thought this horrible woman might have a good post for once. But no. She is the Queen of "toxic family syndrome". Her advice to nearly every troubled relationship is to run while you can!
Whatever happened to not giving up til there was nothing left to give? To know that at least you tried?
To forgive. To what wounds time might heal?
I swear, I might end up in a nursing home w no one to visit me. Certainly not my kids, anyway. And being divorced, there's no spouse.
I am trying, on a daily basis to rebuild myself like a Phoenix bird, arising from its own ashes.
I used to ruminate on where things went so wrong, and if indeed I was the problem. But therapy, brutal honesty and some very deep soul searching have tought me that I really was a good (enough) mother. I really did like/love my kids. I don't know, and will probably never know how things got so screwy. I'm rambling here, I know.
My block is littered with cars. People visiting family and friends for barbecues and holiday get-togethers. But not me. Again, I'm in this house alone. I never made many close friends and my family's across country. Too busy raising a family and taking care of other people. Heck. Maybe that Ask Amy is right. You do reap what you sow.
Anyway, Happy Labour Day.