When It Rains It Pours.  

charmedlulu 60F
78 posts
9/3/2006 4:33 pm

Last Read:
9/16/2006 11:29 am

When It Rains It Pours.


What a cliché in life…what happens when the rain doesn’t stop? August for the most part has just been a blur. It was one thing after another. My dear son who had gotten into some trouble, now ended up extremely ill. I had plans to attend a local AdultFriendFinder gathering, but parenting, became my mission in life. The illness my son had was probably not life threatening, but it came at a time, and with such velocity, it knocked me right off my feet. I spent hours…holding my young man in my arms, trying to reassure him that everything would work out. Watching him not get better, but instead progressively worse. I spent night after night, sleepless, listening intently to monitor his movements in bed, or any sign, that he was still fighting. We ended up one night in the Emergency Room at our local hospital…I knew the moment he asked me to bring him there; he was scared more than I. For now he appears on the mend…but it was a long trying couple of weeks. I had grounded him for the infractions he had committed which I wrote about in my recent blog…and now it all seemed pretty fruitless, as he lay in a bed, day after day, sicker and sicker. Anyway, here we are, September is upon us...when I think things have to get better…they can’t get any worse, everything still keeps raining. We made our appearance in court, and got a deferred sentence, so I guess we have to play the court game, back and fourth for awhile. Last night, my son’s sperm donor drove into town, from Central Illinois. I say that because he deserves no other title. He couldn’t even spend a few hours with his son today, headed back to Illinois by noon. He has never been an active parent, and although he has only known his son for a year now…appears he wants to treat his son sort of like a trophy…but wants no commitment to him on a steady basis. I feel like I have aged twenty years in this past month…I feel like I can’t go on at times…I keep trying, but I can’t take any more. They say, that our trials, are to make us stronger…they say that we never get more than we can handle…Well, I don’t get far without just a surge of tears these days…always thought I was strong…but I am not so sure anymore.

raceteach 47M

9/6/2006 2:08 pm

You are strong and can handle this Lulu. When the rain is pouring down and the tide seems to be rising to the point when it will consume you, just call on those of us that consider you a friend, we will be your strength to help you withstand the current. My thoughts are with you and your son and I am always here to lean on.
Race


rm_SpecCremFill 54M

9/15/2006 12:23 pm

Lulu, ou need soeone to talk to give a shout....sometimes its better to talk to someone and if you need someone extra let me or even Race know (Waves at Race) Hope all is getting better for you and your son...there are a lot out here that are really here for more then just sex....and thats being a friend too....

Chuck


Become a member to create a blog