Yes, it is wonderful. I stressed about what untruth to tell at Easter, and if she hadn't ditched us all on Mother's Day, I would have stressed that, too. I'm so glad I decided to come clean. What a load off!
I am very glad that the school year is almost over. I've been worried about my personal business being openly exposed since January, and I need some relief from that stress.
I am happy to post on your thread any time! We do have SOOOOO many similarities. I guess that's proof that the depressed WAH/WAS follows a script. Or maybe it's proof that you and I are twins, separated at birth.
So, what are we doing about this depressed SOB, Oh, I mean... H? Because, let's face it... What do YOU have to 180 about anymore? You, obviously, have GAL'd... beyond expectation (as$ slappin moments). You can't improve on your looks (EAT MORE). And, you've created a calm (non)existence in his world.
Maybe shake him up a bit?
Me-46, D-21, S15, S13
After many years w/my head in the sand... I FILED Divorced 6/2011
The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.
Exactly right, unfortunately!! My mother's side of the family is so normal, thankfully.
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So, what are we doing about this depressed SOB, Oh, I mean... H? Because, let's face it... What do YOU have to 180 about anymore? You, obviously, have GAL'd... beyond expectation (as$ slappin moments). You can't improve on your looks (EAT MORE). And, you've created a calm (non)existence in his world.
Maybe shake him up a bit?
Sounds like you're cooking up a plan. Any ideas to shake things up?
I had a productive session with IC today, and I will post notes either tomorrow or the next day.
Something IC and I discussed last week and this week is an upcoming event. This Friday, my work is dedicating a memorial garden for my mother.
I'm very pleased that it has come together, and it's going to be a very nice ceremony. However, it will probably make the experience raw for me again.
There's one person who I hope is able to come, but I'm not sure yet.
I've mentioned being an only child several times (right, Mindfull???), but I have some exceptions. I have the omnipotent half-brother, the former stepsister, and a former stepbrother (who has yet to make an appearance in my thread). I also have some "siblings" who my mother took in and informally adopted. I tell people that I have an older black brother and a younger black brother--because I do! They were very dear to my mother, and they're very dear to me.
The older brother, C, was one of my mother's 6th-grade students in the late 70s. His parents were deceased, and he lived with his aunt. She was 21 years old and had become the guardian of six children.
C was an outstanding athlete and a boxer, and my mother often took C's classmates (her students) to watch him box. My mother noticed that he kept slipping during a match and asked him about it. He told her that his aunt didn't have money for boxing shoes but that wouldn't stop him from boxing.
The following Saturday, my mother took C shopping for a pair of boxing shoes.
She continued to take his classmates to see him box, and they were there to see him win the Golden Gloves championship that year.
After he left 6th grade, my mother and C stayed in touch, and she continued to watch him box whenever she had the chance. When he graduated from high school, he joined the army and boxed for their team. He later became an alternate for the Olympic boxing team.
No matter where C lived or traveled, he sent my mother postcards and always headed them "Dear Mom." He eventually went to live at a base overseas. When he would return to the States, he would visit my mother at school. He spoke to her classes about working hard and doing well in school. Sometimes he would even bring his old boxing shoes she bought for him.
Five years ago, C sent my mother a picture of himself in cap and gown with a letter that said that he was graduating from college and planning to become a teacher. He thanked her for everything and credited her for inspiring him to become a teacher.
When my mother died, my mind was a blur, but I knew that someone had to get in touch with C. He was now living just one state away. I worried that he wouldn't hear the news or be able to come.
A friend of my mother's contacted him. He came.
He asked if he could speak at her memorial service and gave the most beautiful tribute. He told the story of the boxing shoes. He said that he had succeeded because of my mother's unconditional love and her sincere interest not just in his education but also in his life.
He also brought me a beautiful potted hydrangea. Staked in the soil were his boxing shoes and his report card from that school year.
I'll never forget how wonderful his words were and how much his presence meant.
C, the younger brother, and I got together for a day last summer. We took our first ever family portrait.
Thanks for indulging me in telling this story. I'm not a weeper, but I tear up every time I remember those events.
I also want to mention that the younger brother is a teacher, too. He has a wonderful story as well, but I've typed enough for the night!
Thanks again. I hope everyone's week is off to a great start.
I hope that the memorial garden event will feel good, even as it brings up raw feelings. (((hugs)))
me: 42 | STBXH: 41 | T: 18 | M: 10 | separation: Jan 3, 2010 | they deserve better: S7 & D4 current thread: http://tinyurl.com/3y8sxcp .: first breathe, then heal, then start LIVING :.
That is a truly inspirational and wonderful story. Thank you for sharing.
It is especially symbolic for me, as the friends of my recently deceased father plan to plant a memorial garden for him in early July. I would not miss it for the world.
Thank you so much for sunshine on a dark and dreary day.
H 51, W 46 no kids T 22 years M 17 years ILBNILWY 2/10 1st D talk 6/10 partial recovery W files D 5/11 long distance separation 8/11 moving forward on D 10/11 legal separation complete 1/2012
He asked if he could speak at her memorial service and gave the most beautiful tribute. He told the story of the boxing shoes. He said that he had succeeded because of my mother's unconditional love and her sincere interest not just in his education but also in his life.
He also brought me a beautiful potted hydrangea. Staked in the soil were his boxing shoes and his report card from that school year.
Cheers to your Mom.
M22,H45,W45 S21/18D12 Retain faith that you will prevail in the end, regardless of the difficulties and at the same time confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.
This Friday, my work is dedicating a memorial garden for my mother.
I'm very pleased that it has come together, and it's going to be a very nice ceremony. However, it will probably make the experience raw for me again.
There's one person who I hope is able to come, but I'm not sure yet.
Excellent news--I heard from C this morning, and he's coming on Friday. He's bringing his wife, and this will be the first time I've met her.
The e-mail I received this morning said this:
I have received the approval from my principal; I will be present at the garden dedication for our mother. My wife and I will leave [our state] Friday morning at 0700am, your time 0600am. Please email me, telling me where I need to be and what time and location that I need to be there; also give me a little detail of what is expected of me and what else I can do to make this dedication a very special honor of our lovely mother. [8], whatever I can do to help, please let me know.
