bonny ,I'm just wondering - maybe you are fauxson's lesson. For your sake , I hope not.
beth, in as much as I would be sad about that, I think I'd be LESS sad than I am right now because the sacrifice would have some benefit. Sadly, I don't think he particularly gives a shit.
His folks both tell me how important I am to him and how much they appreciate my influence but the evidence? NSM.
I've been avoiding him but this conversation today has led me to think I need to tell him where I am. No more 'come to jesus' talks. That didn't work. But a simple, Dude, my friendship and care for you cannot withstand the lying to and about me, so yeah...I'm sad you made that choice.
Sigh.
I'm loving omnis' idea. Wish I could do that!
sj, so cute!!! A red belt would look fabulous with it.
When we were on our house hunting trip here (my birthday, October 13th) my wedding ring broke--the diamond wrap around the solitaire engagement ring completely broke off and was lost. I started shopping for a replacement set and ended up buying a nice anniversary band instead. So I saved my original engagement diamond and had it set in a pendant like this.
Ooh, I like that Cash. Very chic.
Gorgeous dress, sj.
Gorgeous pendent, Cash.
bonny, that sounds like a conversation that is going to be tough to have.
bonny, that sounds like a conversation that is going to be tough to have.
Ironically, my disillusionment is working for me for once in this case. It'll be tough, but...to quote a couple of our favorite characters...my days of taking him seriously are definitely coming to a middle...or maybe three-quarters. And, I'm coming perilously close to being paralyzed with the not caring.
Okay, that last part is a lie, but my grief will be less severe than if he hadn't been such a twat.
Beautiful pendent, Cash!
Conversation ~ma for bonny
Thanks hon, I really appreciate the support.
I was in the changing room of a department store as a child, and saw my mother switch the skirts on a pair of suits she was trying on. The jacket of one fit, the skirt of the second fit, both were black, et voila, a suit that fit.
I was at church every time the doors opened, Sunday School, choir, GAs, Training Union. Bible stories at home, Ten Commandments, the whole magilla, at her bidding. And having had those lessons instilled, I knew in my heart of hearts what she was doing was wrong. And I knew at that moment that no child of mine would ever see me break my word, or not live as I taught.
I lied, stole, fudged, made excuses, and was not really a very trustworthy person, until I had kids. With their eyes on me, I had to try and live like the people I wanted them to be. I made mistakes, and I admitted it and apologized and tried to do better. I never made a promise I wasn't completely sure I could keep. And every step, from one year to the day they left home, I explained why, and also how, when they asked.
They lied, of course they did. But they knew that I *decided* to believe them, and would defend them. If they complained about mistreatment from a teacher, I got ready to confront the teacher. About half the time, before the meeting I'd get told something closer to the truth.
Gods know my kids didn't turn out to be Nobel or Pulitzer material. But I think they understood the world and how it works better than some.
My horn, I must toot it once in a while.
Beverly, that is the kind of parent I would like to be, should the occasion ever arise.
Can I just hug you Beverly?
You truly are a gift.
