tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290006.post7421956806721058882..comments2023-10-17T09:01:45.081-05:00Comments on Creative Kerfuffle: wow--my parents are SUPERcreative kerfufflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645362903422740070noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290006.post-51567687745108554472008-10-06T13:46:00.000-05:002008-10-06T13:46:00.000-05:00astarte--i'm sure we could swap stories on our chi...astarte--i'm sure we could swap stories on our childhood. i've thought a lot about posting the gorey details of mine, but not quite sure i'm ready for that.<BR/>sher--thanks for hanging w/ us : ) one thing blogging has done for me is make me realize i'm not quite as alone in my fuckupedness as i thought : )creative kerfufflehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08645362903422740070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290006.post-22255676315849279092008-10-06T07:53:00.000-05:002008-10-06T07:53:00.000-05:00One of the best things that I've done, lately, is ...One of the best things that I've done, lately, is scout around for brilliant women to follow in the blogoshpere. (I hate that word, but it fits)<BR/>There isn't anything that I can offer in this set of comments, but I want to thank both of you for being as open and honest as you have been in this post, and with astarte's comment.<BR/>Each of you have helped me realize that I'm not alone and in a world of "right and wrong" uncertainty, that's a big plus.<BR/>Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290006.post-42357386131062298932008-10-04T16:36:00.000-05:002008-10-04T16:36:00.000-05:00I, too, think about what will happen when my mothe...I, too, think about what will happen when my mother gets older. I'm an only child, and I live many hours from her, which is NOT an accident. I only see her a couple of times a year, and really that's only because I feel obligated. I try sometimes to forgive her for the things she did to me, the choking and swearing and hitting, but I can't really seem to get past it enough to actually love her. I think that forgiveness is one thing, but forcing myself to want to be with her is entirely another. When she gets old, she will not be living with me. She will go to an assisted living place that her medicare or insurance will pay for. If she's lucky, I will visit her once in awhile, but only if she chooses to be in a home nearer to me, since I'm not flying there all the time. If she were anyone else, I would not be in contact with her at all, ever. I actually hope that when her time comes, it will be quick, and I will not be forced to make these choices for her. Since she refuses to wear a seat belt, this may actually end up being the case. It sounds cold, and I know it is, but... to sum her up, she once told me that she has left me everything in her will, and nothing to her partner of twenty years, whom she has known all her life, and who would not be able to afford the rent on her apartment if she were gone. She doesn't want to provide for him, it's too much trouble to change the will. She didn't go to visit his sister in the hospital, who she had also known all her life, even though everyone knew she was dying. The woman was in the hospital for six months. She didn't go because it was too much trouble, even though it was a half hour away. Yet, the greatest irony of all is, she's a nurse. I think she likes it because it's a position of power she has over her patients, who are largely old.Astartehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07337583910910454897noreply@blogger.com