tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post1423916544676633171..comments2023-08-10T01:46:35.068-07:00Comments on interruptions: One good thing about the flu...juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14354144831826180457noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-22828402710791801032008-02-20T06:44:00.000-08:002008-02-20T06:44:00.000-08:00Welcome, Bookbabie! thank you for the sweet though...Welcome, Bookbabie! thank you for the sweet thoughts--i was so well trained to believe i couldn't possibly be right/know what i'm talking about/be my own person my own way, that it took a long time and a lot of help to move along-- "used her pain as a weapon" is an EXcellent way to phrase it--i have such a mix of feelings about her. Burned by the craziness of it, saddened by her lack of understanding, happiness for what good i learned from her, grief for what i wanted that never was... <BR/><BR/>hope you continue to visit!juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14354144831826180457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-60593527932679567082008-02-20T05:58:00.000-08:002008-02-20T05:58:00.000-08:00Your mother's soul was lost, not yours. She used h...Your mother's soul was lost, not yours. She used her pain as a weapon and it sounds like you understand that now. That's good. We are not who our parents wish us to be, who our children think we are, who our lovers need us to be, and when we try to be everything to everyone else we lose ourselves in the process. You matter just because you are you, and you are perfect in Gods eyes, illness, wrinkles and all...just my 2 cents:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-84658280478459249082008-02-19T14:53:00.000-08:002008-02-19T14:53:00.000-08:00Hinsley, (love the name, by the way!) thanks for c...Hinsley, (love the name, by the way!) thanks for coming by! i'm glad you want to come back, and my ramblings aren't off-putting to you! ;-) Oh, and thanks for admitting your weakness for those tv shows too--i love them, but i always think, "could i be better using my time? Oh, probably." then i sit there and watch anyway.juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14354144831826180457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-62385974681200278862008-02-19T08:27:00.000-08:002008-02-19T08:27:00.000-08:00Oh, and I adore The Office - both Brit and US...an...Oh, and I adore The Office - both Brit and US...and What Not to Wear..and a host of others, and I, too..get a bit embarrassed :) No need though. We deserve a break.Hinsley Fordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017210793086191889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-41419415414827850712008-02-19T08:25:00.000-08:002008-02-19T08:25:00.000-08:00Hi! I am loving your blog and put a link from your...Hi! I am loving your blog and put a link from yours to mine. I deal with chronic illness since birth due to lack of an immune system and other disorders as well as chronic pain from a virus that lives in my joints. I am 36. I will keep on reading back posts and hope to be in touch! HinsleyHinsley Fordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017210793086191889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-59650977106344223492008-02-18T23:06:00.000-08:002008-02-18T23:06:00.000-08:00Awwww, you guys! You all brought a tear to my eye....Awwww, you guys! You all brought a tear to my eye. Thank you for the sweet comments. It took a looong time to understand that it was all more about her than anyone else, part of that whole narcissistic way of being...<BR/><BR/>i find myself looking back at that time of learning to understand with a kind of disbelief. i think, "do people really do that stuff?" i had someone early on tell me i needed to burn all the bad stuff, but honestly, i'd like to write about it someday and if i didn't see the stuff, i wouldn't believe it existed.<BR/><BR/>Jo, i am happy to be your sister! And my real first name? Queen. You saw the tiara, right? ;-D And i get visiting rights, correct?<BR/><BR/>Silliyak, it took a long time to realize my mother was the one to miss out! But you're right. She missed a lot. i'm pretty dang cool. ;-)<BR/><BR/>Bliss, you're right. It's been quite a trip through some real serious uglyness. But you nailed it, i'm out the other side of that nasty dark tunnel--i don't remember i'm precious every day, but it's much better than it was. But i'm still waiting to grow up. ;-)juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14354144831826180457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-86237371878098285202008-02-18T22:33:00.000-08:002008-02-18T22:33:00.000-08:00What a tremendously hurtful experience you've suff...What a tremendously hurtful experience you've suffered! But you've come through brokenness and moved through toward healing and found the beautiful core of yourself, which was there all along, and still is. May you always remember that you're precious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-51243452674064851442008-02-18T19:24:00.000-08:002008-02-18T19:24:00.000-08:00How sad for your mom to have missed out on knowing...How sad for your mom to have missed out on knowing you and even claiming some responsibility for you being the good person you are. Also sad that you are hurt in the process, but without knowing any of the sordid details, (they're not actually relevant) I can assure you almost 100% that it had nothing to do with you and who you are.Silliyakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12357513229346986960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29522895.post-49112299544058814502008-02-18T05:35:00.000-08:002008-02-18T05:35:00.000-08:00You poor baby.... Where is your rhelm? Why are the...You poor baby.... Where is your rhelm? Why are they not all standing in attendance as you lay in your sickbed? I have to tell you, it takes a real princess to be able to wear their tiara as well as you do in your sickbed.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for sharing what was obviously a very painful piece of your life. Once I dig deep enough to unbury my memories, I find that by sharing them helps me set them free. Quite a few years ago my oldest brother gave me the secret of happiness. He said that I am the only one responsible for my happiness. It took me a while to figure out the message. When I did I found it to be very true. We can only depend on ourselves for our happiness because we are really the only ones that know where our happiness lies. A person that never claims the responsibility for their own happiness often spend much of their lives blaming others for all their unhappiness just making them all the more unhappy to the point of wallowing in it. Rejoice in what you have found and pity your mother for not taking the responsibility that would have led her to her happiness.<BR/><BR/>BTW..... I have decided to adopt you as my Sister. As it happens, I have an opening for that possition and think you would fill it just fine. The job of sister to me comes with a lot of responsibility. It means you have the added responsibility of Aunt to Tersie. Do you think you can handle it? WELCOME TO THE FAMILY.... Now what is your real first name...? lolAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12204654300524316224noreply@blogger.com