tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post6259135158727105819..comments2023-10-19T09:39:50.827-04:00Comments on Heptadecagon: Something Different, Something BetterTimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741762709920172138noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-86832937816038229162015-05-12T11:26:28.279-04:002015-05-12T11:26:28.279-04:00Writing is cathartic, and I don't think it'...Writing is cathartic, and I don't think it's complaining to write the truth. I have a family that communicates horribly, and a mother I've told MANY times that she's hurt me. It's never changed her behavior and I just don't get it. Why doesn't she want to stop hurting her daughter!? I moved in the beginning of March, I live literally 5 minutes away from her, she still hasn't made it up to see the place. It's frustrating, from my way of thinking it's not that hard to pop by for a few minutes to get the tour. Why won't she visit me!? Can't she step away from playing solitaire for 15 min and come see me? Unfortunately, she can't. A lot of bad has happened in her life and I really don't think she can get outside her own little "safe" bubble that she's surviving in. She won't reach out to me, or let me reach out to her. It's frustrating!<br /><br />I think the important thing to focus on is not to expect something from someone that they cannot give. You wouldn't expect a paraplegic person to jump up and hug you when you meet them. Some people just don't know how to love, or change. Some people really don't know how to put themselves into someone else's shoes. I think it's good that you want to take the high road. Being frustrated with parents and staying bitter about it all won't be good for anyone!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-11579070743187259042015-05-06T19:59:16.601-04:002015-05-06T19:59:16.601-04:00I don't think what you are doing is complainin...I don't think what you are doing is complaining at all! I think that it's okay to admit the hurt and anger - it's healthy . When my dad was living he was 1.5 hrs from from my sweet nephew and he rarely visited him - we never understood that.<br />Anyway -<br />Thanks for sharing your truth Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931436436530803007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-14217993822342514992015-05-06T18:59:34.480-04:002015-05-06T18:59:34.480-04:00You were one of the friends I was thinking of when...You were one of the friends I was thinking of when I made that statement. And I do feel sometimes like I'm complaining, when I don't mean to. Writing is so cathartic; it's my therapy. And I am thankful that they're in my life, albeit marginally. I'm also thankful for friends like you. :) Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03926598826215431046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-67670323108827403712015-05-06T13:40:50.047-04:002015-05-06T13:40:50.047-04:00I think that the truth is that as we grow up and h...I think that the truth is that as we grow up and have healthy relationships with friends, husbands and children that we have an expectation that those who we have known the longest would treat us the same as we our relationships and how we treat those that hurt us. I would give ANYTHING to have one more conversations with both of my parents- but here is some raw truth - they hurt me a lot too when they were living - not sure if they ever "got" that. I think that once you move away from some dysfunction that you begin to see how very different the outside world is as opposed to where you came from. I loved my parents and still do but they just didn't get it most of the time...thanks for sharing your truth - how very brave of you xoxoxoxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931436436530803007noreply@blogger.com