Oh my, I was traveling a couple days, but couldn't skip because I had to follow along to find out how Teppy's brother was making out.
It is good to read that he is getting the physical and emotional support he needs. Doses of strength and courage ~ma sent his way. My bother worked in rehab at a state hospital in NY for a couple decades. His patients were court ordered for the most part. They usually had them for 2-3 months. Long enough to get them through the physical trauma of withdrawal, but then they were released to go figure out the emotional and psychological part on their own. Well, lists of support groups and such, but he still had a lot of repeaters. It is so wonderful that your brother has a supportive family, and dog! It helps so much.
Lots of healthy heart~ma to the DH of Connie.
le n, I would love to, but it feels like an invasion of privacy. It's not visible from the street, and the client is a doctor and particular about things.
Kitch is one of those words with a few meanings. I'm betting that, as a last name, it just means kitchen, and comes from an ancestor who worked as a cook.
Sparky, I've only gotten the group communication so far, but as I said in the email, I'm MORE than happy to help her on your behalf. You have done so much for ME.
Since I seem to be the one closest to the feeding station, I will gladly go every day.
I will say though, my regular routes are saturated with flyers. I need a bit more guidance. I'll e-her directly.
Sigh. The death of a friendship can be so...I dunno...weird.
I mentioned the wedding I officiated in the park a couple of weeks ago, right?
The ex-wife of the groom, who was a close friend of mine years ago, has decided that my doing that for 'the psycho' means that I have betrayed her so totally that she can never forgive me.
My favorite part of the conversation was hearing that I should have called her when the idea first came up so that she could tell me not to do it.
When I fell through the hole in the world after Bartleby died, _he_ came over twice a week (he lives totally on the other side of town...she lives 7 doors down the block), gave me medical treatments for free, brought me food, heard my darkest thoughts without flinching, never judged my weakness and now calls me at least every other week to check in.
Standing up for him...through a roughly 4 minute ceremony...seemed like the very least I could do.
She came over once, took me for a walk once and suggested that I 'enjoy my freedom' and get over it. That was two days after Bartleby died.
Over the last couple of years, except for some lovely holiday dinners, I haven't heard from her except when she needs a favor.
Frankly, I thought she was on better terms with the ex and didn't think that my participation in the wedding had anything to do with her.
I stopped her on the street this morning to thank her for being a minor hero (my landlord was robbed at gunpoint again and she witnessed the getaway enough to give the police some useful information) but was met with such a mean-girl attitude, I knew something was up.
She called after I got down the block to tell me what a terrible human I am.
Sigh.
Sounds like you didn't lose much of a friend in that bargain.
suggested that I 'enjoy my freedom' and get over it. That was two days after Bartleby died.
Oh my god.
I suggest you enjoy your freedom now.
(I know that's flippant, and letting go of a friendship can really hurt, but -- you're better off without that kind of toxicity.)
suggested that I 'enjoy my freedom' and get over it. That was two days after Bartleby died.
She's lucky she still has her teeth.
"Friend", hell. bonny, sounds like what you've lost is the illusion of a friendship, not an actual one. Still painful, of course, but dang. That woman sounds like a toxic reality-impaired personality, and who needs that shit? Not you, and not now.
