tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post4515614951211550725..comments2023-10-29T09:38:25.690-05:00Comments on Misfit Hausfrau: Going HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-8229092309889643582022-05-26T05:27:45.172-05:002022-05-26T05:27:45.172-05:00Greaat post thankyouGreaat post thankyouSidney Fritzhttps://www.sidneyfritz.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-14856724160336281582007-06-29T09:25:00.000-05:002007-06-29T09:25:00.000-05:00What I learned when my mother made the choices tha...What I learned when my mother made the choices that she did which shortened her life entirely (cigarettes while on oxygen and gin, starting at 7:30 a.m.)... her normal is different than mine. She lived in crazy normal. While my normal life feels a little crazy now and then, the choices I make aren't killing me. When they do, and that feels normal ... that's crazy normal.<BR/>Pop over to standing still if you need to. Our paths are amazingly similar.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-63700074604969854562007-06-25T13:17:00.000-05:002007-06-25T13:17:00.000-05:00sending big, big hugs.sending big, big hugs.Karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-75467674661458976062007-06-24T16:20:00.000-05:002007-06-24T16:20:00.000-05:00It's amazing how both of our mother's--- and Chris...It's amazing how both of our mother's--- and Chris's--- have self-destructed by choice. <BR/><BR/>Call me.The June Cleaver Diarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16000497692322165970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-46341720319954754042007-06-24T10:46:00.000-05:002007-06-24T10:46:00.000-05:00I remember as my mother struggled with her aging p...I remember as my mother struggled with her aging parents inabilities/unwillingness to face the realities of their situation and I listened as she promised me that she wouldn't let herself be unreasonable as an old person. Of course, she either doesn't remember saying those things or she doesn't think she's being hard to deal with, but she is. She refuses to get a hearing test even though she needs one desperately and she NEVER wears her glasses because she thinks they make her look old. Nope, she'd just rather squint and miss half of our conversation. I'm very frustrated, but it's nothing compared to what you're having to go through. Good luck, Hausfrau!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-37322402120800589692007-06-23T06:40:00.000-05:002007-06-23T06:40:00.000-05:00I saw your comment on Arwen's post and came over t...I saw your comment on Arwen's post and came over to lend my support.<BR/><BR/>My birth mother died a practicing alcoholic. It reached the point where I had to stop seeing her before it destroyed both us.<BR/><BR/>She wanted a drinking buddy and I wouldn't do it. She wouldn't believe I couldn't drink with her - it would have forced her to confront herself and that she couldn't do.<BR/><BR/>Yes, I get it.<BR/><BR/>AnnGrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17283823157675990935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-29587001328574462002007-06-21T21:59:00.000-05:002007-06-21T21:59:00.000-05:00I'm sorry HF. I often dread getting together with...I'm sorry HF. I often dread getting together with my family too and they live here in town.M&Co.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05826472564396169120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-48454654849016498292007-06-21T11:14:00.000-05:002007-06-21T11:14:00.000-05:00Good luck dealing with your mom, Misfit. I know, ...Good luck dealing with your mom, Misfit. I know, at this age, these are the types of conversations that we all dread having. But I hope you have a great trip, travel safely, and enjoy your time with friends and family!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-69730150915383475282007-06-21T09:16:00.000-05:002007-06-21T09:16:00.000-05:00I hope things go as well as they can, given the ci...I hope things go as well as they can, given the circumstances. And I really, really hope the girls travel well for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-11164395760173978192007-06-21T08:16:00.000-05:002007-06-21T08:16:00.000-05:00I spent years in therapy grappling with the same p...I spent years in therapy grappling with the same problem you have<BR/><I>I am going to be angry that I can't control my mother's fate</I> and I still grapple with it 12 years after my father died (he collapsed on the street with no ID...I got to identify him on my 24th birthday...awesome birthday present). I still go back to this idea that if he loved me more he wouldn't have done that to himself. I wonder if he had met Noodle (my daughter) maybe he would have turned it around. I don't understand why he was so weak. And in part I blame myself for his self-destruction.<BR/>BUT.THIS.IS.TOTALLY.STUPID.<BR/>This is, unfortunately, what growing up as a child of an alcoholic does. You are great because you haven't written her off and you aren't enabling her. Finding that balance is really hard, I never did that while my father was alive.Arwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08291473729882762391noreply@blogger.com