No, young lady, I won’t delete the photos of you in my Facebook album from our trip to Lebanon, even though my son broke up with you. Who do you think is going to see them, anyway? It’s not like we have any mutual friends.
OK, jumped through hoops and figured out how to change privacy to “friends.” That’s all I’m going to do.
I wish I could get rid of that gnawing conviction that you didn’t really love me. Everyone else is talking about how loving you were, how nobody could ever doubt how much you cared for them. I’m your oldest daughter. I do doubt it. But can I say anything while people rave about how wonderful you were? You WERE wonderful. You did many amazing things. But you were so self-centered. So I simply smile and nod.
When people adored you, you adored them back because you loved their adoration. So they felt adored by you. Sadly, I guess I never learned to play that game.
You loved being in the company of petite, beautiful women and you showered them with compliments and attention. I was way too tall to ever be petite, though when I look at pictures of myself in my younger days I was actually very pretty. I wish I understood then how beautiful I was. Did you ever tell me I was pretty? No. You talked about those beautiful “LITTLE” women, and I got the hint pretty quick. In fact, you passed up opportunities to tell me I was pretty. And you made comments about “hefty” women and snuck peeks at me. Message loud and clear, Dad.
Intellectually and educationally, I moved outside your preferred feminine mold. So in some weird way I think I became a competitor in a competition I didn’t want or understand.
There are a few who get it without my needing to say anything. My husband saw it. And my youngest son. And my mother’s best friend who only last month told me she thinks you don’t respect women. She saw it too.
So I move into this period of being with friends, family and relatives who can’t believe your shining light in this world has been extinguished. I do celebrate the good things, Dad. And I am trying to understand that you did the best you could within your emotional limitations. But I won’t say that. I’ll smile and nod.
Hmmm…don’t like it when the doctor doesn’t just leave an answer on the answering machine!
I just ate a not-very-small box of chocolates. The whole thing. I’m feeling a bit queesy as result. But I don’t regret it for a second. 
It gives me great pleasure to announce that this is the last year I will have to file FAFSA.
Full disclosure, I have two siblings one named Katrina and the other named Michael - if a hurricane with my name pops up people seriously need to EVACUATE!!!
I wish you would take your kids under consideration first. It doesn’t need to be all about you.
On a more cheerful note…it is nice to be on a garden leave, I am going to miss my 9am breakfast and afternoon naps.I have 2 more weeks of this.
oh crud! I just woke up a high school friend I haven’t spoken to in several years because I really needed his input on a personal matter so I could get some sleep. He was very gracious but it wasn’t until I hung up the phone that I realized he was in a way different time zone and I called him REALLY late! I’m feeling like an inconsiderate fool!
Totally clueless! But just reminding me why things are happening this way…really you are an idiot. But please kept it up so that I do not forget just why I cannot continue a relationship with you. You are so passive aggressive. Once you leave my life I will have purged the last significant PA from my daily life.
Dear friends, that you for the invite to the house your rented at the beach. LOL you might have mentioned that we will sleep in a bunkbed. At least there are two rooms with bunk beds and we can each have a lower bunk. A bit not willing to climb up anymore. :x Not sure you realize it even yet.
OK, now I’m getting worried about your not remembering things. That’s three things in one week.
Argh…need to go back for additional medical test. Argh!
You’re worried about straws when garbage is piling up on the streets, teaming with rats and now typhus! But yes, straws are the problem.
I am irritated by a lot of moochy people…when it rains it pours
Hoping for a simpler life…one where no one asks anything of us
Just because we have a detached garage, it doesn’t mean that you can store your mid-life crisis care here…just because we have a warehouse doesn’t mean you can ask to keep your things there
Just because we have a garage apartment, doesn’t mean you can stay there because you were to lazy to find your own apartment when your lease expired and have no place to stay
I am so tired of the entitled people that ask for things and intrude in our lives
For once it would sure be nice to have a head “feels normal” day (physically, not mentally, but the former can affect the latter on “those” days).
But at this point I’m pretty sure those days are long since past and it’s possibly better in a way since bad days coming after the good ones were the worst mentally.
One just has to try to suppress the thoughts that sneak in wondering what progression really means in the long run (sigh).
Who said “the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference”? I’m cultivating some indifference right now; it will have staying power. That amount of aggression and rudeness has no place in our lives and the opportunities for it will be eliminated.
Sorry, but you don’t get to put your water bottle next to a piece of equipment (the other one is broken) when you are doing something else because you want to be able to use it soon. No, don’t think they let you “reserve” it. Lucky for you I won’t be on it long. Am tired of being pushed around by gym rats. I’ve gotten off of equipment in the past when someone comes up and says they “were going to use it” (and they were nowhere near it when I got on). Not this time.
Wait your turn.
Thank you , friend, for the suggestion to put some pine sol in the wash with DH’s very stinky nylon material running/exercise gear. Now he smells like a tree, but it’s better than what the clothes used to smell like! My clothes started to smell like his from being washed together. That was not ok 
And… after washing and drying, the only thing that really smells like a tree is one of my “delicate underthings” (tmi, I know). That said, DH’s stinky gym clothes had been successfully de-stinkified!! Yay!!
So happy that middle son is thriving. He has been asked to teach a class of elementary-aged kids, three times a week, in the Syrian refugee camp. It will look great on his resume - he may apply to teach at the private school attached to the American University of Beirut when he graduates next year.