Journal Entry for September 26, 2008
Well, it certainly has been awhile. I seemed to have survived it all.
Things haven't changed, as far as my dad goes. He's hanging …

is feeling Good
Peace at last....
I grew up in the Bronx. Moved to the burbs when my kids were born. Now that they're all grown & have kids of their own, I decided that I wanted peace & quiet, so I moved to the country. MAN, IS IT EVER QUIET & PEACEFUL!!!!! When I look out the window I see lions & tigers & bears. OMG!!! Guess there's still too much city girl left in me. I have been divorced longer than I was married. 20 yrs. compared to 10 yrs. I have dated a lot but haven't in about 2 yrs. because being the perfectionist that I am (but very far from perfect myself)I have an excuse to run away from the not too perfect guys. I have worked VERY hard on my "issues" but sometimes it still gets very dark in my head. When it happens the thoughts of not being good enough, or being worthless, not associating with anyone because I WILL say something stupid & so on & all the above, all comes back to me. I'm hoping to conquer that one day. I'm not getting any younger, here, ya know? It better happen soon...
I love music. Any kind of music. Yep, even rap. Just not too hard core. I love to dance. Anytime & anywhere. I enjoy spending time with my kids & grandkids. Especially now that I can send them to their own homes. LOL The rest of my family can go....well, you know. I love to cook except when I get home from work. I enjoy watching movies. Most, I guess except for the action adventure, shoot em up, bloody ones. Oh, & horror movies. They scare me to death. Still to this day. Didn't sleep for 6 mo. after seeing The Exorcist. I really like lazy Sun. morns. Ya know, staying in the comfy jammies till whenever & making a big breakfast. Not alone of course but..... My fav all time interest though, is burning some candles, putting on classical music, & taking a long, hot, bubble bath. That's pretty much it. As you can see, doesn't take much to make me happy. Hmmm... so how come I'm not!?!?!?
Well, it certainly has been awhile. I seemed to have survived it all.
Things haven't changed, as far as my dad goes. He's hanging …
Thinking of you.
Hugs and prayers for you, your dad and family.
Congrats on the new appt! I hope you will have lots of beautiful memories to come in your new home!
hello, i have one of those dad's too. and now my kids so too. he dont care about them tells them he is going to come get them but doent show up i have to watch them as thier hope for there dad(biological) breaks each time he lies to them. i keep telling them that thier dad loves them but somehow i dont think they believe me. but however my husband which they call thier real dad takes very good care of them and does things with them that thier (biological) dad should be doing like playin ball, going on walks, takes them to the zoo and things like that so i am luck to have such a wonderful husband that takes care of them. and yet i still feel sorry for them as their (biological) dad ignores them but its really better in the long run cause he is a drug addict and wouldnt be a good influence on them anyway!!!thank you for sharing i appreciated it very much
Thanks hun I have started a new group for survivors i can throw you the link if you want, when you are ready x
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