Star*
call 911........call 911
HI all,
Thank you all so much for your responses to my outcry for help with my depression, with my situation with Dude running away, with the positive thoughts and straight forward talk. You're really the best bunch of friends - caring, cautious with your words, informed.
Today DF asked me if I'd like to go to the Sportsmans whorehouse. No that wasn't a typo. I just roll my eyes at his humor and got in the car. After 10 minutes of silence, he said "Darlin' I am so sorry that you hurt so much. I've been thinking about my own life and what I put my parents though and despite however bad I was or how much I embarrassed them, and regardless of the fact that I couldn't go home to live - I was always welcome and loved."
I sat speechless. He continued "I know that the past few years have been hard on you. Taking care of me and my disability, not being able to do things like we wanted and this year in particular with Dude getting arrested, your stroke and health problems escalating - I know it's been hard on you. But I've been thinking about Dude a lot, and while I know that you don't want to go through putting up a tree, or decorating, I think because we are parents who love our son - we should at least try to celebrate Christmas together. Next year we may not all be together, you never know what can happen, and then how would we feel really?"
I don't know why but the hot stream of tears just flooded out and I said "I'm so tired. And I can't say that I haven't thought about the fact that I've been really selfish about this whole deal. I just figured every year you're such a killjoy about the holidays, and Dude's probation officer said no, and I can't for the life of me figure out what is going on with me - I'm beyond sad, I've had depression, but this is like ultra-sadness."
With that said we got to the sporting goods store, looked around and went to the grocery where DF started throwing stuff in the cart to make cookies, and I would take it out, and he finally said "You love to bake - bake. Do you want to get a live tree?" I said "You mean a dead tree? - No." He was doing his level best to be entertaining, and finally after we were in the car leaving there he said "I think we should have the boy home for Christmas - NOT all the presents or whatever - but the holiday IS the birth of our savior and he teaches us to forgive so maybe we'll be able to have it in our hearts to open our door to Dude and if nothing else - let him know we love him?"
- I'll have to get back to you on how I feel about it all. Then he said "I know I've never made the holidays easy on you, but he's my son too and well, I think everyone needs to know they are loved...because someday I hope he'll pull his head out of his kiester and when he does I would like him to at least tell his kids - My folks always loved me no matter what, they didn't take me back into the house, but I was always welcome for a sandwhich and knew they never gave up on me. And I'm not quite ready to give up on Dude......(long pause) then I love you Star."
So......anyway I'm baking. I'm working on Jolly - and I am so incredibly sorry if I made ANY of you sad. I think Jo G said I was the unoffical Ms. Claus of the board - I better start behaving like it huh?
ho.........ho.....ho hohoh.....HOHOHOHOH ....HO HO HO......
(author notes she did not say HO HO HO in the SPortsmans Whorehouse)
Again - All my thanks
Star
Thank you all so much for your responses to my outcry for help with my depression, with my situation with Dude running away, with the positive thoughts and straight forward talk. You're really the best bunch of friends - caring, cautious with your words, informed.
Today DF asked me if I'd like to go to the Sportsmans whorehouse. No that wasn't a typo. I just roll my eyes at his humor and got in the car. After 10 minutes of silence, he said "Darlin' I am so sorry that you hurt so much. I've been thinking about my own life and what I put my parents though and despite however bad I was or how much I embarrassed them, and regardless of the fact that I couldn't go home to live - I was always welcome and loved."
I sat speechless. He continued "I know that the past few years have been hard on you. Taking care of me and my disability, not being able to do things like we wanted and this year in particular with Dude getting arrested, your stroke and health problems escalating - I know it's been hard on you. But I've been thinking about Dude a lot, and while I know that you don't want to go through putting up a tree, or decorating, I think because we are parents who love our son - we should at least try to celebrate Christmas together. Next year we may not all be together, you never know what can happen, and then how would we feel really?"
I don't know why but the hot stream of tears just flooded out and I said "I'm so tired. And I can't say that I haven't thought about the fact that I've been really selfish about this whole deal. I just figured every year you're such a killjoy about the holidays, and Dude's probation officer said no, and I can't for the life of me figure out what is going on with me - I'm beyond sad, I've had depression, but this is like ultra-sadness."
With that said we got to the sporting goods store, looked around and went to the grocery where DF started throwing stuff in the cart to make cookies, and I would take it out, and he finally said "You love to bake - bake. Do you want to get a live tree?" I said "You mean a dead tree? - No." He was doing his level best to be entertaining, and finally after we were in the car leaving there he said "I think we should have the boy home for Christmas - NOT all the presents or whatever - but the holiday IS the birth of our savior and he teaches us to forgive so maybe we'll be able to have it in our hearts to open our door to Dude and if nothing else - let him know we love him?"
- I'll have to get back to you on how I feel about it all. Then he said "I know I've never made the holidays easy on you, but he's my son too and well, I think everyone needs to know they are loved...because someday I hope he'll pull his head out of his kiester and when he does I would like him to at least tell his kids - My folks always loved me no matter what, they didn't take me back into the house, but I was always welcome for a sandwhich and knew they never gave up on me. And I'm not quite ready to give up on Dude......(long pause) then I love you Star."
So......anyway I'm baking. I'm working on Jolly - and I am so incredibly sorry if I made ANY of you sad. I think Jo G said I was the unoffical Ms. Claus of the board - I better start behaving like it huh?
ho.........ho.....ho hohoh.....HOHOHOHOH ....HO HO HO......
(author notes she did not say HO HO HO in the SPortsmans Whorehouse)
Again - All my thanks
Star