One of the greatest frustrations that I deal with now that I'm disabled, is that no one can truly understand what I'm going through. There is such a wide array of problems that now make my life difficult, it's impossible to explain really. I know it is unreasonable of me to expect that, no one can possibly step into another person's situation to understand. Nonetheless, it is upsetting. I'm hoping that eventually, I can come to terms with all of this.
It was a rough weekend. I was feeling pretty blue to begin with--grieving the loss of my little family which has shattered to pieces, leaving just me and my son under one roof. Dunno what precipitated that pity party, but it was going on since Thursday. Friday, Son's father didn't call, text, or come to pick him up. Son was not inclined to make the effort either. I guess he figures that if his father wants him, he'd initiate. Saturday morning was particularly rough because Son had Saturday School---kind of like detention on Saturday, for being tardy to class after PE. Moving fast is not his strong suit ever. Plus, he doesn't wake up and get going easily either. Basically, Saturday was filled with Son's fussing, homework, tears, slamming of doors,and lot's of I-hate-you's. Yeah, pretty miserable all the way around. I think maybe it was a reaction to how he feels about what's happening with his dad. OR not happening. It culminated in Son sobbing in hi...
Okay, situation resolved. Army guy finally noticed that I have a special man in my life and called to congratulate me. YaY. And my truckdriver is special. This weekend, his outfit by choice and due to laundry needing done, by default, was a red white and blue do rag, a black and orange sleeveless snap front Harley Davidson shirt, a pair of black pajama pants with the red ACDC logo all over them, and to finish off his ensemble, an old pair of steel toed trucker boots open and unlaced. I loved it. lol. He looked every inch the biker dude or his version of it. Funny thing is, as long as he doesn't mind what I am wearing, I don't mind what he is wearing. I liked his outfit -- thought it was sexy actually. lol. For some reason, I am dreaming of hearts and flowers, a white dress and a man in biker gear. Dunno wassup with that. Is it possible for a boring school teacher and a truckdriving harley riding biker dude to be happy together? I don't ride motorcycles--don't min...
None of us are, the best we can do is the best we can do!
ReplyDeleteLove the pics.
But isn't it funny how even his imperfections seem perfect in retrospect? Imperfectly Perfect, that was dad.
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