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Posted Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:17 pm...
Ok, so my dog had to be put to sleep the end of October. It was horribly sad, but his heart just couldn't do the job anymore and he was suffering. It sucked, I helped him cross over, I still felt shitty in spite of all the sages in my head telling me comforting things.
Ok, so my husband left AGAIN the beginning of November. Didn't even console me about the dog. I'm better off, right? But there's still a part of me mourning the loss. Being alone sucks. Sure, roll your eyes, you'd love to have a night to yourself once in a while.....but coming home to a dark, chilly, empty house after work is not as freeing as it seems when you dream about it, especially over and over and over.
Ok, so I'm an adamant pro-choicer. Nobody but nobody is going to tell me what I can or cannot do with my body! It never meant that I would actually choose to end a life or encourage anyone else to do so. NO, dear readers, I've been through chemo so it was not me this issue was about. My son tells me he and his girlfriend are expecting, oh joy, joy, joy....a bright spot in a long line of crappy life-events. Then he tells me there's no way they can do this right now, and they've made the really hard decision. From the flight of thinking my first grandchild was on the way to the headfirst spiral decent into grief for a little soul I don't even know.
OK, so material things shouldn't matter that much, right? Dettachment and all that Buddhist teaching towards enlightenment. Well, don't try that approach with anyone who has just discovered they have been burglarized. Yep, me again! My marriage may be in the crapper, but my wedding band still meant something to me. And the ring my ex gave me when I forgave him the love-child he'd produced with his secretary still meant something to me, and my greatgrandmother's engagement ring meant a hell of a lot to me. Police don't have alot of hope my stuff will be found although they were very nice to me. And the thought that some creep went through all my drawers and was in my bedroom!! I've been violated in more ways than should be humanly possible for one person, but this feels......there aren't words to describe it.
Could use alittle help here, starting to feel like I'm circling the drain.
Ok, so my husband left AGAIN the beginning of November. Didn't even console me about the dog. I'm better off, right? But there's still a part of me mourning the loss. Being alone sucks. Sure, roll your eyes, you'd love to have a night to yourself once in a while.....but coming home to a dark, chilly, empty house after work is not as freeing as it seems when you dream about it, especially over and over and over.
Ok, so I'm an adamant pro-choicer. Nobody but nobody is going to tell me what I can or cannot do with my body! It never meant that I would actually choose to end a life or encourage anyone else to do so. NO, dear readers, I've been through chemo so it was not me this issue was about. My son tells me he and his girlfriend are expecting, oh joy, joy, joy....a bright spot in a long line of crappy life-events. Then he tells me there's no way they can do this right now, and they've made the really hard decision. From the flight of thinking my first grandchild was on the way to the headfirst spiral decent into grief for a little soul I don't even know.
OK, so material things shouldn't matter that much, right? Dettachment and all that Buddhist teaching towards enlightenment. Well, don't try that approach with anyone who has just discovered they have been burglarized. Yep, me again! My marriage may be in the crapper, but my wedding band still meant something to me. And the ring my ex gave me when I forgave him the love-child he'd produced with his secretary still meant something to me, and my greatgrandmother's engagement ring meant a hell of a lot to me. Police don't have alot of hope my stuff will be found although they were very nice to me. And the thought that some creep went through all my drawers and was in my bedroom!! I've been violated in more ways than should be humanly possible for one person, but this feels......there aren't words to describe it.
Could use alittle help here, starting to feel like I'm circling the drain.









Maybe that's why I'm no more enlightened then I was ten years ago..


