Bonny, I'm sorry that the visit didn't go well for you.
Such a long day. Pretty much the minute everyone left TCG and I fell asleep on the couch.
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Bonny, I'm sorry that the visit didn't go well for you.
Such a long day. Pretty much the minute everyone left TCG and I fell asleep on the couch.
I hope it wasn't as rough as anticipated, sj. At least it is behind you.
I was fine when I was cooking and prepping the food, but as soon as people arrived and all I needed to do was sit around and be social, I just hated it. And I felt bad about hating it. I was so relieved when everyone went home.
I'm sorry you hated it, sj, but please don't feel bad about not being in the right frame of mind to enjoy it. You've had a rotten week. You're allowed to hate it. I'm glad the cooking at least offered some solace.
Thanks everyone.
There is a lot of speculation swirling around about whether Niki's behavior was based on being old, being sick or just finally exhibiting the worst of her sisters' nastiness.
I'm actually quite good dealing with the first two, but the last one did me right in.
One of my almost-relatives said it best, and most sadly, "I'm sorry she stopped being the perfect mom for you."
I am so grateful for having her in my life that nothing she could say or do would ever taint that for me, so I can't complain. I just hope I never, ever see that in her again.
Not much to say, bonny. I wish this sort of thing were easy. But it just isn't.
You're sweet, Andi. Thanks.
Sorry to be such a downer. I thought not to mention it at all. To be honest, it's taken me this entire week to just get past it. I'm fine, of course, but you know.
Anyway, returning to your regularly scheduled program...
How'bout them Yankees?
Them Yankee's just lost a series to the A's. Oh, um...not really the response you wanted.
Today was a long day. Lots of different things accomplished. Face still hates me. When I talked with my dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day, he specifically asked after my health, so I told him about the nerve issues and I think I freaked him out. Any other general, how are you doing, I could have skipped over it. Oh well. It is what it is.
I spent all morning trying to find a therapist that I think will be helpful that is near enough by that I won't feel the need to cancel because of inertia. I found a practice that I think will work for me, but I got their voicemail. I hope someone calls me back today. I think I'll feel better just knowing that I have an appointment somewhere.
I get to see vw tomorrow. You can all be jealous now.