February 1, 2024It’s a brand-new year and I’ve been meaning to write something new for a while, but have been sidetracked by my own shit and unrest. Happily, though, my formerly troubled daughter is making me so very proud. Every day, I feel prouder and prouder, and worry less and less.
August 3, 2023It’s now halfway through summer 2023, and I feel wonderful about my dear daughter’s progress in life. She took the position as a property manager in a West Coast city, encouraged and supported by her older sister (and OS’s boyfriend). It was a process, though, wow. Her sister flew over, helped her pack and sort, and together they drove a rental truck 11 hours to the new place. There were still a few days left on the old…
May 30, 2023 Wow, time goes fast and things change on a dime (but cost a LOT of dollars!). My dear daughter is halfway to 30 years old, alive and healthy, and somewhat stable. She doesn’t talk to me much, but there’s been no falling out or anything earth-shattering (that I’m aware of). That’s not to say she hasn’t had her issues and pissed me off here and there. Job: She got a job 7 months ago at a software…
10/24/22 So here we are again. Six months after the whole world seemed to be full of rainbows and puppy dogs again. My dear younger daughter was on her way to success–new job, new apartment, good health, clean and sober. Well, to make a long story short, the time off marijuana wasn’t enough to pass a drug test for the new company, and it was a dealbreaker. Not only that, the company she was working for was a subcontractor of…
5/25/22 It’s absolutely amazing what can change in just a month. In the last four weeks, my formerly troubled daughter has gone from being in a toxic relationship and on the brink of losing her footing at work because of her personal life to living in her own apartment and being offered a new job in a large, multi-state company with a salary almost 20K more than she earns now! First, she recognized how unhealthy her relationship was. He was…
12/16/2021 I’m embarrassed to say that I lost time because I assumed something that wasn’t true, and it dampened my mood, affected my communication with my husband, and made me feel guilty and a little shameful. I thought for a whole week that my younger daughter was ignoring me. She wasn’t picking up my morning calls and wasn’t texting me back from my many, many messages. I thought she blew me off for the theater and was mad at me….
2/4/2019 She will just not let me rest in peace. Today is Monday, and I’m back at work after a very roller-coastery weekend. My husband and I had a lot of good times—went to a play, hiked a bunch, and even socialized with friends. However, my daughter started with some rather startling texts on Saturday morning, and I was sick with migraines for the rest of the weekend. I had to medicate to deal with the symptoms, and even slept…
9/18/2018 So one day I got a text message from my daughter that she would “answer all my questions,” but used some cryptic wording that got under my skin. I have a lot of questions for and about her on a regular basis, but in the interest in keeping a relationship, however thin, I hold back. Because one of the words she used was “rough,” I got nervous and couldn’t take it, so I called her. And she answered! She…
8/30/2018 There’s always something in my life that feels like a setback. My husband’s father has cancer, his son is getting a divorce and is miserable, his business isn’t doing well, I’ve had migraine attacks like I’m on the front lines in the Civil War, my older daughter has to move out of the apartment she and her boyfriend live in within 30 days (no choice; it’s being sold) . . . the list goes on and on. Top that…
I made like a detective and figured out exactly where my daughter works! A couple of months ago, she loved her outfit, so she sent me a picture of herself in the restroom at her place of business. She was wearing her work T-shirt and badge as well. The T-shirt was in reverse because it was a selfie, but I could see the first and last letters; her badge was blurry, but I could make out the “sense” of the…