Last week...
Me: It's been a long time since I've seen you. Let's do lunch!
Sister: I can't this week. I'm too busy. I sent out resumes and have a couple interviews scheduled for next week.
Me: Oh, that's great. I have a couple big presentations I'm giving Monday morning and I'm sure I'll need to go out to lunch for my mental sake afterwards. How does Monday work?
Sister: Great! I have my interview that morning and we can get together to unwind afterwards.
Me: Yay! Yay!
Today...
Me: I tried to call you a bunch of times for lunch but you never answered.
Sister: I know.
Me: How did your interview go?
Sister: Oh!!! Really well. Thanks!
After a few more minutes of chatting, still no inquiry about how my presentations went and no explanation for why she bailed on me.
Yep, once again I feel like I'm below the bottom of the totom pole. Not exactly the "unwind" lunch I had anticipated or needed. Sigh.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Unbalanced Scale
At one time she gave you $1,000+ every month to help you through your unbalanced marriage. Now the scales have tipped and you're able to help her for a change. At a rate of $100 every month.
What's a couple 0's amongst family?
What's a couple 0's amongst family?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Excuses excuses
Isn't it funny how what may seem to be a random comment can stick with you forever?
I once dated (if you can call it that... 8th grade) a guy who was not very smart. That's putting it nicely. His brother wasn't very smart either. Rumor had it they shared a brain. But their father really liked me. I recall talking to him one day about how his sons both struggled with school. He told me about how their mother left them at a young age and that they really struggled with it, affecting all aspects of their lives - including school.
He said, "That's the reason, not an excuse."
That's the reason. Not an excuse.
That's deep. And now, 20 years later it's that statement that seems to be sticking with me lately.
I want to be understanding about healing and what hurdles one might have to overcome to do so. I want to be supportive. Perhaps it's just my lack of ability to truly understand, but I can't help but keep coming back to it.
That's the reason. Not an excuse.
Yes, that's the reason your life is this way. It's not an excuse.
I once dated (if you can call it that... 8th grade) a guy who was not very smart. That's putting it nicely. His brother wasn't very smart either. Rumor had it they shared a brain. But their father really liked me. I recall talking to him one day about how his sons both struggled with school. He told me about how their mother left them at a young age and that they really struggled with it, affecting all aspects of their lives - including school.
He said, "That's the reason, not an excuse."
That's the reason. Not an excuse.
That's deep. And now, 20 years later it's that statement that seems to be sticking with me lately.
I want to be understanding about healing and what hurdles one might have to overcome to do so. I want to be supportive. Perhaps it's just my lack of ability to truly understand, but I can't help but keep coming back to it.
That's the reason. Not an excuse.
Yes, that's the reason your life is this way. It's not an excuse.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Quick Vent
It really urks me to get marital advice from someone who is in the middle of their 5th divorce. It also urks me to be told that I do not enjoy parenthood as much as I should from someone who doesn't keep up with my blog.
That is all.
That is all.
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