I call him on the phone.
His use of various and colorful go-to obscenities, followed by the instantaneous CLICK & dial tone in my ear that follow, are an instant cure for what ails me.
There.
All better.
For now, anyway.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP. HE WILL GRADUATE. HE WILL LIVE INDEPENDENTLY. HE WILL FIND TRUE LOVE. HE WILL SURVIVE. HE WILL SHOWER REGULARLY. OR I WILL DIE TRYING. ~MOM
Monday, July 30, 2012
self care
There's this thing I do for myself when I fall off the HOLD YOUR GROUND! wagon, or I start to feel guilty about Jackson's placement, the separation, his confusion & loneliness, or any part of this whole situation.
I call him on the phone.
His use of various and colorful go-to obscenities, followed by the instantaneous CLICK & dial tone in my ear that follow, are an instant cure for what ails me.
There.
All better.
For now, anyway.
I'm thinking about trying this too.
I call him on the phone.
His use of various and colorful go-to obscenities, followed by the instantaneous CLICK & dial tone in my ear that follow, are an instant cure for what ails me.
There.
All better.
For now, anyway.
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2 comments:
(((hugs)) you have tried valiantly. He is very ill.
It is not about you.If it were in your power, no of this would have happened.
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