Why do I feel like I am doing this alone? I know I have a ton of friends that are willing and able to help me. But the two people I count on the most are just not present at all. It seems that when I ask for help I get ignored and when I don't ask for help I get smoothered. The things that are important to me seem to be forgotten but the thing that are important to them are top of the list of things to do. I am not asking for big things either, just stuff like getting the laundry done or helping me with the finishing touches on the wedding, or helping keep the house clean. I guess that stuff is not important to anyone but me, but they sure as hell expect me to know about the next match or the next party. I have had a really hard time in the last couple of days. I keep hearing Stephen call my name and I see his face in every group of people and I think I must be going crazy. On top of that I have to worry about the wedding and the laundry and the stupid dishes, and getting thank you notes out, and fighting with the apartment complex, and looking for a new apartment, and getting the Social Security stuff done for Stephen. I am one person!!!! Not only that but I am one person who is in ALOT of emotional and physical pain, and right now I can't get my future husband to listen to me and I can't get my son to stay home long enough for me to talk to him!
2 comments:
Hang in there girl! Sounds so hard.
Lyndi,
Take a time out, kiddo.Sit and think of a way to get the attention of the men in your life. What do the come to you for? Whatever that is, don't do it until they sit and listen to you and give you what you need. Demand; don't ask. Take a minute and read a little or get some counciling. You are not going crazy. I heard your Grandma calling me often after she died. It is part of the grieving process. Read the Bible a little and pray alot. Ask the Lord to help you through this process.
As for the house, let the men know that slavery was outlawed over 100 years ago and taking care of the house is the job of EVERYONE living there. Luv, Muff
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