You nailed it, Miss Bobbin! That's why e-mail is SO fab!!! Totally non-threatening, NOT a personal call.... you aren't interested? DELETE!!! Duh!!! That's what I meant when I said that some people's behavior baffles me. If you hate me SO much and want nothing to do with me, then why the FUCK would you engage by replying??? It's not like I routinely send out e-mails & she's tired of hearing from me... I haven't contacted her in ANY WAY in TWO YEARS! And the last time I wrote to her, it was a nite to sake her to please stop posting such hateful things on my CB guest book.
Believe me Spunk, I do NOT feel hurt by her or sad that she's not in my life. Quite the opposite, actually. That was one bonus that came with David walking out... she went with him. Not that she'd even been involved in our lives for 20 years... she's one of those who we'd see or hear from once every few years or so, but the SECOND David got sick, she claimed to be one of the foremost experts on his life & said she'd do anything to help, etc. The bitch is even an RN, but did she EVER come to visit or even call???? Um... NOPE! Gross.
It's cool... all I can say is, karma, baby!!!
Hey Spunk... what is Miss Fatio & what the hell is an antebellum dress??? Pics please!
:0)
S
Trying to survive and thrive, through the most difficult time in my life.
Welcome!
So here's the Reader's Digest version for those of you who are new to my blog.... My 39 year old husband, David, was diagnosed with a hideous and deadly cancer in April of '08. We were told he'd likely die in less than 4 months. Obviously, that diagnosis turned us inside out and shook us to the core. At the time, our boys were 12 and 4... can you say 'fucking nightmare'??? I spent the next 14 months being his 24/7 caregiver and advocate... never leaving his side unless it was to get the boys to or from therapy or their cancer support groups. Cancer and the hell that it brings became our universe. And yet, I was able to get myself to a place where I was depending on my faith.... existing on a plane of pure gratitude. I focused my energies on recognizing the blessings that cancer had brought to our lives... yes, there ARE blessings that come with such a dire diagnosis.
Things were good. David miraculously entered remission in April of '09. I was looking forward to the next few months being our 'summer of healing' as a family. And then my world stopped. He left me... left US... on 6 June 2009. And FYI... he told me he was ending our 18 year marriage in a note. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had left me for a 'friend' who also happened to be married. Nice. The next few months are a blur... I descended into a deep, dark depression, and David's vicious treatment of me didn't help. He was running as fast as he could from everything associated with cancer, and that included me... our family, our home and the entire life we had built together. Things went from bad to worse when his cancer returned with a vengeance. He began treatment once again, and I had to dig deep to help him and make things as easy on him as possible. I even offered to have him move home so I could care for him through his treatment. As it turns out, it was a good thing he didn't take me up on that. The hateful way that he treated me during that time would have made caregiving for him an unbearable situation. I KNEW he was dying... nobody else did, because he fed them all kinds of bullshit... but I knew. Because of that, I focused on the boys and made sure they were with their daddy as much as possible.
His final months were a living nightmare... a kind of pain and darkness for which there are no words. No human being, no matter who they are or how they lived their lives, should have to suffer the horrific pain and endless indignities that David did. In spite of everything, I was with him constantly, much to the chagrin of his girlfriend and his mother. 'Too fuckin bad' was my theory. I wanted my boys to see that I NEVER turned my back on their dad. And I didn't. I continued to advocate for him in the hospital... fighting to get him the meds and the specialists he needed. I was there during his final moments of consciousness. I took Reilly to say goodbye to his dad, just before he slipped into that state. I was there when he died. I ID'd his body at the funeral home. I planned his funeral and his Celebration of Life. I placed his ashes in the wall of the Columbarium at the Naval Academy. We had spent half of our lives together, and though I was no longer in love with him, I did those things out of respect for the life that we shared and the family that we created.The 6 months since he died have brought more changes. I struggle daily to untangle the financial disaster he left me, and I'm fighting like hell to keep our home. The boys are now 15 and 7 and trying to learn how to move forward in their lives without their daddy. I had to get a part-time job after spending 15 years as a full-time mother, and I'm doing everything I can to trim the fat so we can afford to stay where we are. My boys NEED the stability and comfort that come with remaining in our home and community, and staying in their schools. To that end, I will fight with every fiber of my soul to ensure that those things happen.My greatest blessing is that I now have an incredible man in my life... a man who is thoughtful and loving, strong and sensitive, hilariously funny, and who loves me just the way I am. He is authentic. He knows who he is and is completely comfortable in his own skin. It certainly doesn't hurt that he's 11 years younger than I am and sexy as hell. :0)Yes, my boys are struggling in many ways... the therapy and support groups continue... and I still have MUCHO 'death business' to handle. That said, I am starting to believe that there might be a happy future ahead... for all of us.The past almost 3 years have been quite an emotional roller coaster, to say the least. Writing has been the most important part of my day, every day, since this journey began. I am once again being put in a position where I have to learn to survive... spiritually, emotionally, physically, financially... you get the picture. My hope is that I can hold on to my faith, find a moment of joy in every day, be the best mother I can possibly be, and hopefully... one day... emerge back into the light.December 2010
I have a feeling I know who you are talking about. She was all involved in "Camp Skank".
ReplyDeleteI hope I never meet either of them. What an AssHole!
Love the Reilly pics....Glad he is in Angel Mode.
Much love for a better day!
xoxox
AN
You are sooooo right Shannon!!!!
ReplyDeleteMiss Fatio was a lady who during the just before the civil war - all through and after ran a little inn in St. Augustine and her home and Inn was preseved by a group of ladies called the Dames of the south or something like that - a historical society and they have this as a museum. They in conjunction with the Girl Scouts have a living history re- enactment and They had this seriously long process where girls had to write a series of essays go for a day long interview, research about the time period, create period clothing - We are talking middle schoolers mind you....So Marissa landed the key role and will be Miss Fatio. Antebellum is those dresses like in "Little Women". Seriously poofy dresses. Her skirt has five yards of fabric. I will definately be posting some photos. Marissa even has a bonnet. Today I will be hemming the dress...all 180 inches of the hem. Marissa and I decided against the under garments and hidious squeezing garments. Wouldn't want her to get the Vapors!!!!! (GAS)
Glad Rei's doing well. Glad you are coming out of the funk.
Keeping good thoughts and prayers coming at you.
AOT
Spunky