Just finished posting "Hey, It's Okay" Tuesday post.
Vacuumed the bedroom (why do dogs shed more in the bedroom than anywhere else in the house?)
While vacuuming I realized that I am really, really, really angry. Not just sad, not just depressed. I am fricking angry.
I am angry that I was accused of saying something about someone, who I love and would never say those things about her. Yet I receive a scathing letter from her accusing me of basically being the scum of the earth.
I am angry, that my brother, instead of trying to understand my feelings about Trump responded with "the sky is falling, the sky is falling" and calling me a village idiot. Then he unfriends me on FB. Which is okay with me, but then he unfriends my husband! Really? My husband is the Switzerland of relationships. He is the most neutral person in the world.
I am angry and scared because my mom and dad are not thriving. They are both 88. Mom is living in a constant state of anxiety that I can't seem to help relieve in any way. My dad was recently diagnosed with Parkinson's.
I am angry that a man who was as robust and strong and active as my dad has to slowly lose his vitality and strength. I am angry that he is so sad and depressed that his once beautiful park-like acre on the river is just a huge hazard for him.
I am angry because Uncle Francis died on Christmas Eve.
I am angry.
Hey! I am angry, and That's Okay!
Vacuumed the bedroom (why do dogs shed more in the bedroom than anywhere else in the house?)
While vacuuming I realized that I am really, really, really angry. Not just sad, not just depressed. I am fricking angry.
I am angry that I was accused of saying something about someone, who I love and would never say those things about her. Yet I receive a scathing letter from her accusing me of basically being the scum of the earth.
I am angry, that my brother, instead of trying to understand my feelings about Trump responded with "the sky is falling, the sky is falling" and calling me a village idiot. Then he unfriends me on FB. Which is okay with me, but then he unfriends my husband! Really? My husband is the Switzerland of relationships. He is the most neutral person in the world.
I am angry and scared because my mom and dad are not thriving. They are both 88. Mom is living in a constant state of anxiety that I can't seem to help relieve in any way. My dad was recently diagnosed with Parkinson's.
I am angry that a man who was as robust and strong and active as my dad has to slowly lose his vitality and strength. I am angry that he is so sad and depressed that his once beautiful park-like acre on the river is just a huge hazard for him.
I am angry because Uncle Francis died on Christmas Eve.
I am angry.
Hey! I am angry, and That's Okay!
This is the succinct note I would mail back to the scathing letter writer:
ReplyDelete"I love you and would never say those things about you. If you choose to believe otherwise, I cannot control that. Have a nice day."
You are a delicious soul. I should have thought of that when I go the letter. She wrote it a year and a half ago. I thought she was my best friend but I thought wrong. I do love her and wish the best for her.
DeleteAs Michelle Obama said, "When they go low, we go high. Debra's comment was perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis most horrible of elections has done damage to both families and friendships. Thankfully, I come from a family of Democrats so we are all OK with each other. However, I have lost a 40 yr. friendship with someone I treasured. It breaks my heart.
Our family is also generation after generation of Democrats. My dad is one of the first supporters of Affirmative Action. Don't know what happened to brother! A lot of friendships have been put to the test on this election. Sad. Very Sad.
DeleteI'm sorry about your losses and hope that you can find healing, though I cannot say I blame you for having angry feelings. I too like Debra's response. Thanks for visiting my blog and I'm glad you're enjoying that.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm pretty tough and I know the expression, 'this too shall pass' very intimately, I have my moments but always seem to recover. Isn't that our job as women in the world? To hold it all together?
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