tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post2856636803619699766..comments2024-01-02T08:26:46.412-08:00Comments on Suisan: Under the SofaSuisanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08005006529585506127noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-42593426994622264482007-05-30T23:18:00.000-07:002007-05-30T23:18:00.000-07:00It never ceases to amaze me how different families...It never ceases to amaze me how different families can be screwed up in such very different ways. My parents like to pretend they treat each of the three of us exactly the same (money-wise) and I guess they do make the effort. But my mother in particular tries to use the inheritance to manipulate us, and that's what her mother did to her.<BR/><BR/>Reading this, I remembered the time my mom took aAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-46652203739071942572007-05-29T13:06:00.000-07:002007-05-29T13:06:00.000-07:00I swear to god, money is so not money. I think ev...I swear to god, money is so not money. I think every fight my parents used to have was about the stuff (still married, not that many fights, just always about money), so I get this sick powerless feeling about it- to my little girl self it causes FIGHTS and UNHAPPINESS and sometimes CRYING, and there's NOTHING I CAN DO! <BR/>Sometimes I lay in bed at night thinging about money, are we saving Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-9398656749053965802007-05-29T07:15:00.000-07:002007-05-29T07:15:00.000-07:00Well, I patted the little girl on the head, gave h...Well, I patted the little girl on the head, gave her a hug, and came out from under the sofa.<BR/><BR/>Still feeling a bit wounded, but not so steamrolled anymore. Damn, that hurt though. No wonder I live 3,000 miles away.Suisanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08005006529585506127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-19721619576720189762007-05-29T04:52:00.000-07:002007-05-29T04:52:00.000-07:00Ah Suisan: (((((hugs))))))The older I get the more...Ah Suisan: (((((hugs))))))<BR/>The older I get the more I appreciate my childhood. Love from my parents was unconditional and the best way we expressed it was through laughter. Hours and hours of laughing.<BR/>So, very fortunately I don't have to work on getting a lot of childhood monkeys off my back. And so much of what we are today is from what our childhood created. <BR/>For what it's Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-37473446438028856562007-05-28T12:54:00.000-07:002007-05-28T12:54:00.000-07:00I think a SASE stuck in her suitcase might be in o...I think a SASE stuck in her suitcase might be in order here. <BR/><BR/>Actually I'm gobsmacked too. On the other hand, my MIL makes your mother look like Betty Crocker, and she's broke and sponging money off Us. So, could be worse.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-64211556821546658652007-05-27T09:02:00.000-07:002007-05-27T09:02:00.000-07:00Read this late last night, and decided not to post...Read this late last night, and decided not to post a comment. Clearly, I can't visit your blog and leave rude remarks about your mother, and yet that seems the only sensible response. <BR/>Fifteen hours later, and I still can't think of a socially acceptable comment. Gobsmacked. <BR/><BR/>Can you open a nice bottle of something or go and see Pirates? (Be a public service really, because I got a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14782628.post-7936395604156857052007-05-26T22:09:00.000-07:002007-05-26T22:09:00.000-07:00YOU are NOT pathetic!! I imagine it is painful to ...YOU are NOT pathetic!! <BR/><BR/>I imagine it is painful to listen to your parents go on about your brother and his problems. I completely understand what you are talking about when you equate money and love.<BR/><BR/>Would going to your father be any easier?<BR/><BR/>Okay, we have to do some self talking. Let's see.<BR/><BR/>So you have to tell yourself that you are not asking for love when CindyShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18349459903336460467noreply@blogger.com