This is NOT an ode to a country song. Or, a religious jaunt. Hell to the no. Although, I do like the titled, aforementioned song. It's a good fable about letting go, letting God...you know, that old jazz. It's a mantra. That said, I had an epiphany today. It's a good one, bear with me. I've talked about my frenemy, ad nauseum. I know-it's getting pretty boring. I wish I could say, in my life, she's just as boring as hearing about her, but alas...the one thing she isn't is THAT. Well, I have been through a lot of psychotherapy in my life-since early childhood. I struggled with ADHD and ODD as a child-which led my parents to take me in the first time. Keep in mind-these were the days that there were no IEP's, no accommodations, no sympathy for that devil. ADHD had no name, other than-hyperactivity, or "spirited" So, the conclusion many parents came to was- my child must be mentally ill. What else could it be? So, they took me in, and began...
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Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for your loss. I know your relationship had its issues, but it's still a loss for you, and sometimes difficult relationships can leave one with the most to mourn.
Jennifer
Love to all.
-T