My daughter is a fountain of support...
...and she sometimes surprises me with her acts of kindness. They include numerous little things like bringing me coffee or big things like making it possible for me to spend a couple of days at the Hilton. It's really been soothing for mind, body and soul. Some of the many things that my daughter does include making mental notes of things I say and making good whatever deficit I may have pointed out. From lip-liner and deodorant to Cubs games and Hilton stays, she very rarely lets me want for anything. She even goes so far as to anticipate my needs and leaves the solution behind like the eye make-up remover she brought me yesterday. She saw my raccoon eyes in the morning and without saying a word, bought me some remover. Lovely indeed... but this is where things get sticky.
This morning as I was toweling off after my bath, I looked to the vanity and the various shower accoutrement and noticed some Oil of Olay wrinkle cream. I did a double take and realized that my daughter had purposely left me the Oil of Olay. Ain't that a bitch?
Now she called and she's on her way over so I have to run. Back soon!
This morning as I was toweling off after my bath, I looked to the vanity and the various shower accoutrement and noticed some Oil of Olay wrinkle cream. I did a double take and realized that my daughter had purposely left me the Oil of Olay. Ain't that a bitch?
Now she called and she's on her way over so I have to run. Back soon!
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:36 AM
6 Comments:
I'm super crazy busy BUT! I just have to post to you and say
Thank *&^()_ing GAWD you're okay!
Miss ya...stay strong....you're amazing (and so's your daughter :)
Hi honey,
Thanks for stopping by. I am doing my darndest to stay strong and on the right path. I've even reached out to a son of mine who hasn't been in touch with me for close to 10 years. So far, reaching is all that has happened but we'll see. I'm garnering support, from wherever I can get it. My daughter is important because I can't let her down after all she's done for me.
Recently, I had an opportunity to go back to Florida and put an abrupt stop to my current plan. I spent the weekend thinking about it. I came quite close to packing it in and heading back to Florida with my tail between my legs but instead I discussed it with my daughter. Between her and her hubby, they convinced me that, as aggravating as I may be, it's best for me to stay here and march on.
I would have left just to get out of her hair and to let her continue her life without the added weight of a troubled mother. But she didn't want me to go back and I didn't really want to take the path of least resistance anyway so I'm glad that I am here and as messed up as my current situation is, it's only temporary and I can make something good happen. THAT is my fervent hope and the notion that propels me. Well, that and my grandson!
:)
I LOVE YOUR BLOG.
I WROTE AN OPEN LETTER TO "HER" TO HELP ME DEAL WITH ALL THE ANGRY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD REGARDING MY HUSBANDS AFFAIR AT HIS OFFICE.
I’m done calling you names like slut and whore as these don’t need to be said out aloud anymore, they are now tattoo’d all over you and your soul. You need to live with the ramifications of the choices you made for yourself. You need to be accountable for the consequences of your actions.
You can hide behind your family’s money, but money can’t buy you dignity or class. You can hide behind your law degree but that certainly didn’t teach you morals.
When you walk through your office, you have to wonder what your colleagues think about you dropping your panties behind your closed office door. When you walk into your home, you have to wonder what your parents think about you having a married mans d*** in your mouth. Your friends all will know you as someone who opened her legs for a married man.
You will always be that woman who had an affair with a married man you worked with, that is your legacy.
Furthermore, you also need to live with the thought that a little child knows your name and your face and that you have caused her a lot of pain. You are that woman.
A child is the innocent victim in all of this but you wanted to drag her through this. You need to live with the fact that you and your family threatened a young child, threatened to go to her school, threatened to make her life miserable. Why? What type of person wants to attack a child? What do you gain by saying things like this? That says so much about your character and the type of person you are. If you are ever a mother one day you will realise exactly how sick that is and deal with the karma.
You’ve tried to deny all of it but what’s the point when it’s all true. You can’t send messages to a married man saying things like and I quote:
- "Maybe Im too late to be your first. But right now im preparing myself to be your last love"
or
-"You stole my heart and I'm planning to take revenge, I'm planning to steal your last name"
and then turn around and say it was his all fault.
You can own up to your part it and be a better person. You are equally accountable, you were both consenting adults who engaged in this affair. As much as I blame you, I blame him more.
Well I’ve kicked his ass to the curb and you are welcome to him, I have too much self-respect and dignity. I walk away from all of this with my head held up high.
You can have my sloppy second hand goods… This chapter is closed.
Thanks for your nice story, hope people who have the same concern will benefit from it too just like me...http://newshealthtoday.com/divorce-may-extend-its-effect-until-adulthood/
You have a wonderful daughter. I do too. Like your daughter, my daughter is my soul. She sees me and knows me. I'm glad you have such great support!
I read the comments to this post too. I have never heard of writing a letter to the other woman. That's an interesting idea. I'm not sure what I'd say - but I'm intrigued.
Writing letters to the other woman? Oh yeah...it happens. As a matter of fact, a LOT of people in the other woman's life will get letters of one sort or another!
Yes, my daugter is a peach. And to think, I never wanted a girl. It tuned out to be the best thing I ever did.
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