SusanofO
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My heart goes out to you. It's great when someone from a big, happy family makes someone for whom that maybe isn't the case (or even if it is) feel welcome in their home during the Holidays. It's gotta be harder,though, when that someone is an ex-lover. I used to drive my mother crazy when she was alive, bringing strangers home for dinner for Holidays who had "no place else to go". Well, they weren't strangers to me, necessarily (but to the rest of my family they were). My dad never cared, but - There was usually something just weird enough about them for my mother to drag me into the other room and say: "Where is this person from, Suzie? How did you meet them? How well do you know them? Are you friends with this person? Where do they live? etc. Too fat, funny clothes, weird accent - you name it (mom was good to us, but a bit of a snob, at times). I did it because I cared, not to bug her. On her deathbed, she said she thought it was one of my best qualities, though. I miss my mother. I miss my husband. I miss my ex-Dominant. The holidays can suck. But, things will improve (I need some sleep). Memories are hard and also sweet, sometimes. I have a pretty nice and close and sane immediate family. I consider myself lucky (really). I know so many people, it seems, for whom this is definitely not the case. I know this guy is in his huge house all alone now. I remember the first time I met him, I said: "Where do you live?" (I was just making silly casual conversation. I honestly didn't care where he lived). He said: "In a big house with four very empty bedrooms". Well, they are still empty. But it's not my fault (it's not). No use looking back too much, I guess. I ocassionally do wonder what happened to people I dated long ago (not that there were that many. Five, tops, maybe). This has been one of "those" kind of nights. Life goes on, I spose. - Susan
< Message edited by SusanofO -- 12/16/2006 11:55:27 PM >
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