Andi, Daniel, and Connie, you are in my thoughts and my heart.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Connie, I am so sorry. You guys are both in my thoughts. Your hubby has been through so much.
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- Kicks 2013
And now his daughter is in our living room yelling at him for not telling her separately--we posted on Facebook--and that she has been "respecting his desire to not have a relationship with her" which Was never said but which she assumed because . . . well.
She's all butthurt that she didn't get a separate, private heads up. And I am staying out of that room, because -- ok, I'm no longer staying out of that room.
The trailer park does not bring its drama to my house.
Ah, yes. The relatives that make your serious diagnosis All About Them.
Oh, god, now we have go to out to a restaurant and do this in public. Joy joy joy.
Oh, god, Connie. I'm so sorry. Both for the diagnosis, and the drama. Much strength and coping ~ma for both of you.
I get why she might want something different, but this is so not about her. And if once, she had to explain really bad news to other people - then she would get it.
I'm sorry Connie, sending you and your DH extra strength
Connie, I am so, so sorry.
OK, that went much better than I thought it would be. As Hubby just pointed out, this was his daughter going through her own stages of grief and upset. But if she wants to vent the years of her frustration, she's going to have to do it out of my earshot, because I cannot stand by and let anyone yell at Hubby. I cannot.
I admit I have not done well by her. I am not mother material. But I can do better.