Life's Great Mysteries.
Every day, several times a day, my bachelor neighbor walks outside with a bucket of stuff and empties it on to a dirt mound on the side of his house. I wonder what it is. It doesn't appear to be solid matter. I can't bring myself to ask, either.
There's an irritating rash that's sprung up on the right side of my face. It's itchy and there's the odd zit also. I've been putting aloe on it but it's not yet cleared up. I'm hoping it's attributed to the winter weather although it's been very springlike lately.
I'm surprised that I am not as lonely as I'd anticipated. Or depressed. Each time I look back on why I don't want to be with Walter anymore it's clearer and stronger. I refuse to be controlled, manipulated, coerced into doing things that I know aren't right. I was just so blind to the fact that I was changing. I lost my inner strength and succumbed totally to him. I allowed him to come into MY house, this house that's paid for and in my name, and take charge. He wanted the whole "a woman's place is in the home" concept, yet he railed against my going to college and asked when I'd quit school and get a "real" job. He totally disrespected my rules when it came to cursing and what the kids were allowed to watch on TV. I outdid myself for him and his kids. I picked them up and fed them. I did their laundry. I bought things for them. When I outlined the rules of my home--bedtime hours, acceptable TV content, doors need to be shut so the cats won't go in the bedrooms--they would come back at me with "that's not what we do at my mom's." Very well, I reminded them that this was not their mom's house, that it was mine. When it became more and more apparent that his kids and mine did not and would not get along, overnight my house went from shared to Myers Rules Only regime. My kids were displaced from their own rooms and routines. Walter would question why my kids went unpunished for committing some "infraction" or other. His kids acted abominably most of the time because they knew that Walter would not discipline them. I would be observing them sight unseen and saw what his son would do to mine--like the time Dylan was going to give his best friend from school a little toy car as a Christmas present. "Seth" reduced him to tears by saying over and over "family is more important than friends. You should give that car to me." Well, at that point I'd had it and I blew up at him. And I told Dylan "Don't you let anyone talk you into doing something you know isn't right!"
::sigh:: there is more to this sad sad tale....later gators....
::::::it's never a good idea to make egg salad when there are 9 cats in the house::::::::
Okay.
Kids and I will be going here Katsucon 12 :: February 17-19, 2006 :: Washington, D.C.
Specifically to see our voice gand manga artists' idols of www.tavicat.com.
See, you have to realize that one of the things that keeps me young is liking some of the things that my kids like, say, a favorite cartoon like Invader Zim. And it's really really fun to go to these comic cons and see all the cosplayers, too. This year, I'm going as Tak the Hideous New Girl, and I'm making a GIR costume for Dylan. Tara isn't going, I think, but if she does, she's going to be Gaz. This is particularly exciting because Dylan just finished his social studies fair project on comics and their influence on American culture, and we included info about Rikki and Tavisha. Dylan did a fantastic job on the artwork. I will have to take a picture and post it.
Tara's transition into her new school has been fruitful and I'm so thankful for that. She has made a lot of friends and her grades are excellent, and she absolutely loves working on the school paper. :-)
A coming surprise I will post about later involving my Dad's 70th birthday....I can barely contain myself, hee hee.
~Jules
There's an irritating rash that's sprung up on the right side of my face. It's itchy and there's the odd zit also. I've been putting aloe on it but it's not yet cleared up. I'm hoping it's attributed to the winter weather although it's been very springlike lately.
I'm surprised that I am not as lonely as I'd anticipated. Or depressed. Each time I look back on why I don't want to be with Walter anymore it's clearer and stronger. I refuse to be controlled, manipulated, coerced into doing things that I know aren't right. I was just so blind to the fact that I was changing. I lost my inner strength and succumbed totally to him. I allowed him to come into MY house, this house that's paid for and in my name, and take charge. He wanted the whole "a woman's place is in the home" concept, yet he railed against my going to college and asked when I'd quit school and get a "real" job. He totally disrespected my rules when it came to cursing and what the kids were allowed to watch on TV. I outdid myself for him and his kids. I picked them up and fed them. I did their laundry. I bought things for them. When I outlined the rules of my home--bedtime hours, acceptable TV content, doors need to be shut so the cats won't go in the bedrooms--they would come back at me with "that's not what we do at my mom's." Very well, I reminded them that this was not their mom's house, that it was mine. When it became more and more apparent that his kids and mine did not and would not get along, overnight my house went from shared to Myers Rules Only regime. My kids were displaced from their own rooms and routines. Walter would question why my kids went unpunished for committing some "infraction" or other. His kids acted abominably most of the time because they knew that Walter would not discipline them. I would be observing them sight unseen and saw what his son would do to mine--like the time Dylan was going to give his best friend from school a little toy car as a Christmas present. "Seth" reduced him to tears by saying over and over "family is more important than friends. You should give that car to me." Well, at that point I'd had it and I blew up at him. And I told Dylan "Don't you let anyone talk you into doing something you know isn't right!"
::sigh:: there is more to this sad sad tale....later gators....
::::::it's never a good idea to make egg salad when there are 9 cats in the house::::::::
Okay.
Kids and I will be going here Katsucon 12 :: February 17-19, 2006 :: Washington, D.C.
Specifically to see our voice gand manga artists' idols of www.tavicat.com.
See, you have to realize that one of the things that keeps me young is liking some of the things that my kids like, say, a favorite cartoon like Invader Zim. And it's really really fun to go to these comic cons and see all the cosplayers, too. This year, I'm going as Tak the Hideous New Girl, and I'm making a GIR costume for Dylan. Tara isn't going, I think, but if she does, she's going to be Gaz. This is particularly exciting because Dylan just finished his social studies fair project on comics and their influence on American culture, and we included info about Rikki and Tavisha. Dylan did a fantastic job on the artwork. I will have to take a picture and post it.
Tara's transition into her new school has been fruitful and I'm so thankful for that. She has made a lot of friends and her grades are excellent, and she absolutely loves working on the school paper. :-)
A coming surprise I will post about later involving my Dad's 70th birthday....I can barely contain myself, hee hee.
~Jules
posted by Jules K at 1/30/2006 02:21:00 PM
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