tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655604240450767235.post2004025724350361246..comments2011-07-15T02:04:42.387-05:00Comments on simply sublime.: isn't it pretty to think so?glo.riahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18424651811498443962noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655604240450767235.post-48814498145071577662007-11-11T15:41:00.000-06:002007-11-11T15:41:00.000-06:00If it makes you feel any better....I live less tha...If it makes you feel any better....I live less than a mile from my mother and father. My father has never met my youngest son. (who is 2 and 1/2) I always thought that my parents would adore my kids and we would live a fairy tale existence. But, I have given that up. I concentrate on my husband and kids, and screw everyone else. (not really, but you get the point, right?)Becky R.T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17935920684467341739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655604240450767235.post-43804054800445541152007-11-08T12:29:00.000-06:002007-11-08T12:29:00.000-06:00holidays put the fun in dysfunctional. I always mi...holidays put the fun in dysfunctional. <BR/><BR/>I always miss living near family b/c I have it in my head that we'd have some cozy wonderful holiday. The reality is that I would be worried constantly, everyone would hope that some people took their meds, and my dad would be bitter b/c my mom doesn't let him drink.Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15327380080189773794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655604240450767235.post-79718527558235136852007-11-07T09:49:00.000-06:002007-11-07T09:49:00.000-06:00i kind of know what you mean. when i first moved ...i kind of know what you mean. when i first moved out and got married, holidays were hard for me. i was homesick. longing for my family and my traditions and everything.<BR/><BR/>it took me a few years to realize that i wasn't homesick at all. we didn't have any traditions. unless you count my mom yelling at us not to bump any christmas decorations. or to watch the boring nutcracker on tv. we didn't do stuff as family. we didn't have happy childhoods. we didn't have traditions. <BR/><BR/>none that i should miss anyway.<BR/><BR/>my point is that what i called homesickness was actually just that my new home was different. and i realized different didn't have to mean bad, or good, just different. once i realized that, things got a lot better for me. <BR/><BR/>things are different than what you thought they would be. that's pretty normal. no one has that norman rockwell family. it doesn't exist. so, you do the best you can. that's all anyone can ask of you. <BR/><BR/>hth! sometimes what i'm trying to say doesn't come out very clear. <BR/><BR/>hugs!JBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16306833035368465784noreply@blogger.com