I'm not warmed-up to my rebound blog yet. This one; this is my rebound blog. I don't know if I want to keep it and turn it into something I'm proud of like my original blog that I felt forced to annihilate or not. Seems like rebound blogs are much like rebound relationships!
While I'm pondering, I will post how perfect my Thanksgiving was! It was the best Thanksgiving I can remember in a long time---on all fronts: My little family of four, my core family, my love relationship. I even got creative in the kitchen, and it was a delicious success!
My little family of four and I had a really awesome day. I'd write a lot more about it, BUT, as usual, I'm about to be run off our one pc by my oldest daughter! Ohhh for a laptop! Santa? Please? No? Not yet? OK. *sigh*
One of the highlights of this holiday was being totally removed from my family of origin! I will have to write a page about that one of these days; should I keep this blog and try to generate readers! But wow, let me just say how utterly relaxed, un-stressed, and joyful I felt all day long knowing I was not going to be talking to them. WOW. What a loaded statement. But it's OK. I know they are all very happy.
Take care, all! Gotta go!
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See