Resolving a no-win force vs. immovable object.  

Nightguy_1961 56M
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12/29/2005 9:32 pm

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Resolving a no-win force vs. immovable object.

A couple of days ago, I wrote a post, When an irresistable force meets an immovable object, talking about the situation between my son and I.

Well, the day has come and gone...and I've come to look at things a bit differently.

My lady and I went over to see them. Have you ever seen two toms cats circling each other, waiting for the other to make a move? Imagine that, and you have what the other night was like. My PITA kid sister, who thinks she's my son's surrogate mom, was up to her usual...running the show.

What I didn't realize, until afterwards, was my lady had printed out my blog post. She caught my son alone, handed him the blog, with the words, "Here..maybe this will give you an idea of what your Dad is going through...since you wont' speak to him". According to her, he read it, stormed out of the house, and didn't say a word. Even when we exchanged gifts, he never said a word.

Plus, I've now discovered that my son and daughter in law's baby is due in March. Hmmmm....I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but math was a specialty of mine. For a baby to be due in March, that would mean they knew in August. Why wait until November to tell me?

This is a no-win scenario, my own Kobiashi Maru to matter what I do, somebody gets hurt. So I've decided on the following:

As long as my parents are on this planet, I will remember birthdays and send gifts at the appropriate times....for my parent's sake...and nobody elses. But, when they leave this realm, I will have no family..except for my lady and her boys.

Understand...I was forced to give up one son a few years ago, due to a manipulative b*tch and her lawyers. It hurt, but I survived.

This time, it's apparent...I am about as welcome by my son, my sister, my daughter-in-law and my grandson as the Black Death. So, as far as anyone is concerned...I have no family after my parents are gone.

Hard? Yes. Painful? Very much so. Cold? Maybe. Does it make me an sob? Hey, I've been called worse by better.

I have gone the extra mile....and gone one....two...three miles beyond that. No more.

I guess it's appropriate that this happens at the end of the old year, just before the start of the new one....a fresh start for all.

NG....clearing the chessboard...and moving on.

rm_His_cille 41F
9 posts
1/4/2006 5:32 am

NG...i'm sorry...i know it hurts...Hugs!

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