Replacing the much lamented 'On My Mind' profile option, this thread is for musings, jottings, whimsies, preoccupations and the rest of the thesaurus for anyone to jot down anything they please.
I can't remember what the maximum character count was before, can anyone else? But anyway it wasn't very many so let's keep to that.
Well today daddy decided to play golf which would have been ok if he wasn't in my living room. He broke a lamp and then looked at me and told me it was my fault. I asked him how is it my fault and he said that I got in his way. I told him well if you were on a golf course I would not have been in the way. He got so mad and stormed off. My husband took daddy's clubs and hid them.
I don't know how to do this. Daddy's assistant says we should bring someone into the home to help daddy but he is fine most days and he doesn't want anyone else in the home. I just don't know what to do. That is what's on my mind. Thank you for listening.
Que sera sera?
How did that go for you? Did you get hung up on any shredding?
Hope it was done, and you are relieved.
I do refuse to let her take away the rest of my life. Whether it would be because of her disease or because of her hateful negative spirit. I will have peace, joy, love, and success. I break the chains that bind me in the name of Jesus. Who tells us who He sets free is free indeed. Amen Glory to the Lord.
Came home last night and daddy threw his dirty clothes in the pool. Good grief. Now he wants to take a trip to Spain. I am not sure how or if I can stop him. Oh well.
Glad you got a chuckle.
Thank you Mikkimball for asking.
Daddy said he did not throw his clothes in the pool but who did? No one was in my house except his assistant was in and out up until 10pm then it was just my daddy, my husband and myself. Daddy is a little crazy at times. I just do not know what to do. No one does. Daddy does what he wants when he wants only mama could control him and she is gone.
I got the shredding loaded and delivered. Yes, what a relief.
I did find that I have quite a bit of shredding belonging to me and DH. I ordered a shredder from Amazon to try to stay ahead of that situation.
She played my brother and I against eachother and my father never knew it. He tried so hard to get his two kids to love one another, but mother would slip in with a lie or two and the fighting would begin again. Dad didn't have a fighting chance!
I have ran out of tears for this woman who is called mother. We did nothing but fight scene I came back except for the past six months-maybe, but only because once again she needed me to clean her one last mess. I was born with a job! My job was to be my mother's mother! I did it and I paid the price. I did it because I didn't know any thing different. I did it because that was what I was taught. I did it because I loved her.
Did I honor my mother? Probably not! Will I honor her after she is gone? I don't know! I feel no love for her. I don't even feel hate or anything! I am tried of her lies and games that she plays. These are not of things of the disease because they have always been there.
How do I honor a mother who has always hurt me...
This is what is on my mind tonight!
I don't believe God meant for us to take constant abuse. We're ALL valuable in His eyes, but sometimes it's hard to see that about ourselves when we've been emotionally or otherwise abused.
This sounds like the time to quit the role that your mother has given you to play and set some boundaries, even go no contact if necessary. You deserve so much better than the way she is treating you. Yes, she's ill, but if she's always been like this, she might have a personality disorder, which is very, very difficult to deal with. You can still love and pray for her without having to deal with the constant drama. It's still honoring her, and it's loving yourself too.
But I do wonder if I honor her only because her and I have went around-and-around, which I would of never did with my dad. But you answer me and thank you for that. I love me, so I don't put up with my mother's crap. I just walk out of the room now!
Why do people make choices and never think how it will impact someone else? All they see is what they want or getting back at someone. Why should I have to pay for what someone else did? I know now how selfest my mother is and now my brother wants his pound of flesh no matter what it does or what happens to me. I don't deserve any of this! I pay my bills. I try to help others. I am a good and loving person and yet the nightmare never ends for me. How many times does it take to kick Shell down before she goes down for once and all?
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.
After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."
How would pressing criminal charges result in your mother losing her house?
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’” — Matthew 25:35-36.
Using our oil lamps. The only thing I collect.
Got mom set up and lights throughout, hope they get it on soon, so she doesn't get too warm, have front door open for air since front porch is covered. DH and I use to live like this. Brings back some fond memories. Chose to modernize for parents.
Anyway, that's what is on my mind right now.
However, I like better what was on Send`s mind.
I woke up at 3:15 am. I go with DHs sister to the attorneys office this afternoon to go over gathered info to be used in DHs and his sister’s case against 2 other siblings, Co Independent Executors.
Why am I going? Because I am the calm, sensible one. The keeper of the records.
Calm? Sensible? Not this morning. I’m angry. I feel aggressive. I am mad as h3ll!
I literally need to punch an inanimate object...