Quester, many hairpats. Hoping fervently things work out.
Mal: How drunk was I last night? Jayne: Well I dunno. I passed out.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Strix - Sep 22, 2015 6:59:42 pm PDT #21727 of 30002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
WindSparrow - Sep 22, 2015 11:04:29 pm PDT #21728 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Lots of hairpats, quester, and any other thought that will give you warm fuzzy feelings.
Calli - Sep 23, 2015 1:29:55 am PDT #21729 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
That does suck, Quester. I'm sorry.
JZ - Sep 23, 2015 5:33:24 am PDT #21730 of 30002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, quester. I have so been there and done that and been backed into exactly that corner, as have so many of us.
Laura - Sep 23, 2015 6:18:37 am PDT #21731 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
{{Quester}} As JZ said, so many of us have BTDT and can feel the stress and anxiety. I hope that today is a much better day and that resolution comes quickly.
lisah - Sep 23, 2015 7:16:08 am PDT #21732 of 30002
Punishingly Intricate
Sending love and good thoughts for you, Quester.
askye - Sep 23, 2015 9:29:20 am PDT #21733 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
quester I'm really sorry you are going through all of that.
Connie Neil - Sep 23, 2015 9:42:33 am PDT #21734 of 30002
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One of Hubby's nephews ran into Faux-Son at an SCA event out of state, and he said he wanted a memento of Hubby. Specifically, the wolf helmet Hubby made and wore. I've been quite happy to let people take things as mementos, but not that helmet. It's probably the thing that speaks most clearly of who he was--which makes it a perfect memento.
I'm quite content to say "No, sorry, not that," but there's still a part of me wrestling with "How selfish of you, he would take care of it, it's not like you're really going to do anything with it." I'm really very tired of this assumption down in my soul that I'm not entitled to things, like, oh, a decent living space that meets my needs, beloved things, the simple right to be in the space that I am at.
The thought of giving up that helmet makes me cry, but I'm still scolding myself for disappointing an honest, heart-felt request.
Ginger - Sep 23, 2015 10:06:43 am PDT #21735 of 30002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
quester, I'm sorry you've got this added stress.
Your feelings are as important as his, Connie. Let him know you're leaving it to him in your will.
EpicTangent - Sep 23, 2015 11:03:25 am PDT #21736 of 30002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Aw, quester, that is a LOT. I'm sorry you're so overloaded, but can definitely empathize. I hope you're able to find the next step that will lead to the path to the other side of this pile of stress and suck.
Connie, he was Your Husband. You're allowed first dibs on whatever mementos are him to you.