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I'm literally into my 3rd (or 4th?) straight week of intestinal troubles. My system gets upset two or three times a year for a couple of weeks at a time. This time, it's been exacerbated by my mother's hospitalization and her subsequent "keeping in touch" with me once or more every day, except today, which has had me worried over what she expects/wants, considering our estrangement. Funny, not until I finally move on and begin to live pain-free does she reach out.
Also, finding my sister, though a somewhat joyful situation, has brought about other problems/memories of things that are likely to cause difficulties in the future.
But one area of constant comfort and relief: everyone I know, everyone I meet, is a reminder of just how much of a blessing it is to have my husband. I am stunned at the selfishness of people in their relationships/marriages; how they see so many faults in their significant others but none in themselves. I am stunned by people who proclaim themselves as (or behave as though they are) lonely and yet make no efforts to change themselves, even just a little, to make themselves into someone another person would want to consider making a life with; again, everything wrong with other people, nothing wrong with themselves.
I thank God every day and every night for the gift of my husband and for the counsel I was given, which I applied, which brought us together and has kept us together for almost 25 years.
So ... many things weighing on me, keeping me deep in thought, all of which land right in my gut and cause me pain. Regardless, I'm continuing my commitment, my decision to go about my days - every day - in a happy, peaceful, satisfied, appreciative manner because, of course, not one more day am I willing to sacrifice to depression and pain.
Onward, onward, with gratitude for the life I've been blessed with.
Also, finding my sister, though a somewhat joyful situation, has brought about other problems/memories of things that are likely to cause difficulties in the future.
But one area of constant comfort and relief: everyone I know, everyone I meet, is a reminder of just how much of a blessing it is to have my husband. I am stunned at the selfishness of people in their relationships/marriages; how they see so many faults in their significant others but none in themselves. I am stunned by people who proclaim themselves as (or behave as though they are) lonely and yet make no efforts to change themselves, even just a little, to make themselves into someone another person would want to consider making a life with; again, everything wrong with other people, nothing wrong with themselves.
I thank God every day and every night for the gift of my husband and for the counsel I was given, which I applied, which brought us together and has kept us together for almost 25 years.
So ... many things weighing on me, keeping me deep in thought, all of which land right in my gut and cause me pain. Regardless, I'm continuing my commitment, my decision to go about my days - every day - in a happy, peaceful, satisfied, appreciative manner because, of course, not one more day am I willing to sacrifice to depression and pain.
Onward, onward, with gratitude for the life I've been blessed with.