<<It all shows how much more involved she was with OM than she let on. No wonder you couldn't save the marriage.....>>
Sadly OD, this is par for the course around here....we just do not want to accept it at times. WAS are getting something from OP that they do not get from us. Now whether that is sustainable in the long run and whether you will be around if and when their relationship falls through is up to you to decide.
I feel for you....the kids meeting OM and the key...don't let it get you down. D|on't dwell on it too much. Surround yourself with people who love you and move forward. In time, what she does or does not do will become irrelevant or at least will slide off your back.
I need to remember I tried, I stayed strong, and I didn't start a battle.
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The odog name is used in only a few areas of my life. Not known much IRL.
The name is mostly in honor an old four-pawed friend. He was the biggest brat ever but I loved him and I miss him. Listen to the intro of "This American Life" episode titled "the cat came back". Same kind of dog. Similar experience. Made me misty.
I don't know why I identify with him so much.
Orange is a cheery but peculiar color.
The logo of The Black Dog Institute, an AU organization committed to depression and bipolar, shows a hand with Churchills famous "V for Victory" gesture and a shadow of a dog. The Black Dog is constantly following lurking in the shadows but we can be victorious. The hand in the logo happens to be orange.
There are other reasons the name stuck that are unknown to me.
"My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand." Thich Nhat Hanh
Im partial to yellow, like dandelions- if they pop up in my greenhouse I let them grow, theyre little sunshines on stems!
I love this american life, I think that I remember that particular program. I spent many, many hours listening to reruns while I was hunched over a microscope sorting zooplankton.
Odog, I hope that this bitter cold is finding you well! Have a good weekend!
I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...
"My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand." Thich Nhat Hanh
Spent a fun Saturday with the kids yesterday but youngest was continually sad asking how much longer till he could go back to her house?
Last night he was talking with her on the phone fighting back the snifflies, when he handed me the phone and said she wanted to talk to me. I thought for sure I was going to get an earful about how nothing is right in my house and it's all my fault. I immediately said I had tried my hardest the past few days to keep him happy, well-fed, and entertained. She said, "That's OK. You've tried. He's just a mama's boy." (Big change of position for her).
She offered to pick him up but I said no, we can make it till tomorrow. We started a movie, curled up on the couch with the dog and all was good.
She picked them up early this morning so I was able to go to Zen. It was better than usual and I was happy.
"My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand." Thich Nhat Hanh
Went to social event. WomanFriend was there but neither of us made it thru the crowd to talk with one another. About a week ago she called and begged for something (O'dog does internet consulting) and we had a brief email exchange. A day or two later I wrote a few paragraphs about my life but I never heard anything back. Whatever.
I've never figured out what happened but here are my guesses:
1. Maybe she got too close or opened up too much then became afraid. Unfounded. O'dog never had any intentions beyond friendship. In fact I shared a lot about my sitch and dbing so she could get her own M back on track - and she did.
2. Maybe I whine too much.
3. She wanted to do a biz trade services-to-services however I insisted on full or mostly cash. O'dog needs the cash in his new life. The deal fell thru and I didn't hear from her much after that. Hmmm...
I know...It's all mindreading and worthless speculation. I miss her friendship (a few years) but I can't beat myself up for some imaginary reason. The dog is still here. __
Afterwards I stopped by the she's house to pick up some things and take care of some kid matters. There was a ladder outside...hmmmm...She described to me in depth how she spent the afternoon outside at 10F trying to put up lights but those stupid little plastic things that were supposed to make the job so easy, didn't. Sadly there wasn't a single light on the house. I didn't even think she knew what a ladder was but good for her for trying.
I mentioned something about my xmas travel dates and she said the travel for "that other thing I was planning" (wink wink kids present) wasn't going to happen. Non-event. O'dog knows it will happen someday.
"My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand." Thich Nhat Hanh
