tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post5500735220891065900..comments2023-05-29T07:02:47.281-07:00Comments on My Clouds, My Storms and Multiple Personality Disorder: What Valentine's Day Means to Me - An Anniversary Part 3Rising Rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04239592070775412669noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post-86009100775718377602008-02-24T18:22:00.000-08:002008-02-24T18:22:00.000-08:00You are right. To the extent that people can choos...You are right. To the extent that people can choose their families, they should.Hobbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17371953652907423093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post-89434052340237963642008-02-24T17:04:00.000-08:002008-02-24T17:04:00.000-08:00Although I would grieve my mother's death in spite...Although I would grieve my mother's death in spite of the fact that our relationship is sometimes volatile, I do understand. I felt that way when my aunt's first husband (I refuse to call him my uncle) died from throat cancer when he was 49. He was the one who molested me and made me feel like a freak throughout my childhood although I didn't know why because I was very young when it happened and I repressed the memories. They started coming back after I gave birth to my son. The way they came was as a shadowy figure in my dreams, and after a while I began to know. When my mother told me he was dead I said "GOOD!" <BR/>She told me I shouldn't be vindictive because he wasn't always a bad guy, it was the drinking. I told her that it was always in him to be a bad guy or he wouldn't have acted like that even when drinking.<BR/>His one daughter ended up becoming very successful as a nurse practitioner. However, she did initially get pregnant when she was 16. His elder daughter is my age (43) and is a serious alcoholic who weighs more than 400 pounds. I will be surprised if she lives to 50. Of course he molested both of them. <BR/>I don't think dancing on graves is against the law, just digging them up. And why would we want to dig up what we're so glad has been buried?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05779107279394475454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post-347096026224251662008-02-17T15:19:00.000-08:002008-02-17T15:19:00.000-08:00(((Hugs))) I felt much the same when my father di...(((Hugs))) I felt much the same when my father died. As for siblings...I protected my younger brother. Stopped my mother from throwing him against the wall when I was 3 and he was a baby. And...he sided with them. I, too, walked away. Sometimes that's the best and healthiest thing we can do.April_optimisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04264149241673287909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post-58242357851847936982008-02-17T05:30:00.000-08:002008-02-17T05:30:00.000-08:00go and dance on her grave, would come with you in ...go and dance on her grave, would come with you in i lived near you xkatyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12771905454120068595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187441051484747220.post-37927942585647137112008-02-17T03:12:00.000-08:002008-02-17T03:12:00.000-08:00I am glad you are in a place of freedom. That you...I am glad you are in a place of freedom. That you know what you are responsible for and what you are not. Glad you had a nice meal to celebrate too.<BR/><BR/>(That serenity prayer isnt as easy as it sounds though.)Kahlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500615451909999365noreply@blogger.com