life
Sometimes you have to face moments of transition in life that are painful. Like the loss of someone important to you. It might be a death. Or a divorce. Or so many things. If it's a death than you have to adjust. That relationship, in the flesh, is over. Forever. But, in failed relationships, you can always hold out hope.
The relationship can rebound into something perfect. Everyone realizes their mistakes....apologises..... gives warm hugs and makes up.
Well, that's the fantacy that goes on in your head.
So here I am... at the point of starting to accept that there is little chance of that happening with my son, who controls my ability to see my much loved grandchildren. My adult son does not appreciate the $$ and the assistance we have provided him in the past 6 years. Concern for the grandkids prompted most of our generosity. Entitlement. He must feel like he is entitled. We owe him. I don't know what he thinks, but I do keep trying to figure it out. But TODAY I need to move on. I need to stop worrying, stop imagining and stop obsessing. The relationship has ended. Will it ever come back? I don't know. He's not dead, but his silence says "I am dead to you." And I need to believe it. I need to stop the mama voices inside that keep thinking of my once sweet boy who warmed my heart. This man is not the child I remember, or the man I dreamed he would be.
I read an essay by Emmet Fox, that explained to me that I can't judge. I don't know what stupitity someone else has to overcome. The truth is...it took years for me to overcome my stupid ideas carried over from childhood.
Well, I am going to move on, but HOPE is eternal.
The relationship can rebound into something perfect. Everyone realizes their mistakes....apologises..... gives warm hugs and makes up.
Well, that's the fantacy that goes on in your head.
So here I am... at the point of starting to accept that there is little chance of that happening with my son, who controls my ability to see my much loved grandchildren. My adult son does not appreciate the $$ and the assistance we have provided him in the past 6 years. Concern for the grandkids prompted most of our generosity. Entitlement. He must feel like he is entitled. We owe him. I don't know what he thinks, but I do keep trying to figure it out. But TODAY I need to move on. I need to stop worrying, stop imagining and stop obsessing. The relationship has ended. Will it ever come back? I don't know. He's not dead, but his silence says "I am dead to you." And I need to believe it. I need to stop the mama voices inside that keep thinking of my once sweet boy who warmed my heart. This man is not the child I remember, or the man I dreamed he would be.
I read an essay by Emmet Fox, that explained to me that I can't judge. I don't know what stupitity someone else has to overcome. The truth is...it took years for me to overcome my stupid ideas carried over from childhood.
Well, I am going to move on, but HOPE is eternal.