through rough and tumble: this was me once:
I believed in God but didn’t know it. I cussed and laughed at people who were hurting. To a point that as quite insane. I was called on it by a friend once. About “love-hate” relationships. He said they were crazy.
I am reminded of something I myself said to my father. When my mother called his boss “a snake,” that must have rung a warning bell to him. Those words coming out of this loving young bride’s mouth. I know that he got fired, that’s all. It was similar for me in college. I had a very mixed up personality and did some extremely appropriate things which I have blogged about already.
I am working on getting them out of my system. It has been a long, tough road for the last two years when I fled from the house KNOWING that I would be dunned for my sister’s getting her PhD for good or for ill. I fled, and found myself at the Horsham Clinic down in Ambler, PA, which turned out to be a very good place for me at that time. In the background loomed my mother’s death (? escape?). Was it fraud? Is she still out there on the lam somewhere? Things got so crazy over my brother’s ?death? –same thing. We couldn’t get a convincing answer from the police department in Hawaii and that was what would have led my mother to do something crazy like that.
It was a crazy situation, my nephew (Steve’s son) was having such serious issues and I was being involved with this in a way which I deeply resented. I find out after the fact what has been said and done and I don’t know all of it yet. In fact it makes me sick to think about it, and I am reminded of the biblical quote, one of the most memorable, “If a man asks you for his cloak, give him your tunic also.”
So, I guess I just have to let this go.
Just don’t do it to Ian.
Un.Bon.Mot 