Motherhood is a trip . . . are we there yet?
I’ve tried to reach out politely to get a read on where my younger daughter is in her life and relative to me. I’ve gotten absolutely nothing, not a single syllable, not even a fuck you, so I guess I’m out. I guess this is my life now. I’m terribly sad and disappointed, still confused…
Originally publised: April 13, 2022 after Part 1 of the same title. We gathered her into the car and drove around until we found a simple restaurant so we could talk and bring her back to safety. It was so awful to see my beautiful, hard-working daughter, who’d been through so much look like she’d…
It’s amazing how one frustration builds on the last until you’re ready to blow. I can’t think of an emotion more difficult to deal with, and it seems that’s all I feel lately. I have no patience for anything, and I find myself yelling into the void all day long. Whether it’s dropping the soap…
4/9/22 A few weeks ago, my husband and I were sitting at home after the workday, deciding if we were going to hike, work out, or go to yoga. Just a low-key, easy evening. It was interrupted by an emotional call from my formerly (and still sometimes) troubled daughter’s boyfriend, whom she lives with. He…
Original Publish Date: June 23, 2011 Our lives have been hectic. My stepfather died on June 5, 2011. He was 79 and in terrible health due to years of massive, addictive smoking. It caused him to have emphysema, heart problems, asthma, and a myriad of other problems. I believe he was on more than 15…
Orignial publish date: August 1, 2009 New Life, New Problems, Many Revelations It had been several years since the three of us had lived together without my boyfriend and his children. My older daughter and I had a lot of adjusting to do. The “troubled” daughter was happy as a clam. She was out of…
Orignial publish date: July 24, 2009 One morning, my boyfriend of nine years began yelling at my daughter, and I, who had been told to stay out of all matters between them, couldn’t stand it anymore. I insisted that he stop that instant or we were through. He wouldn’t, didn’t think he had to, and…