Sunday Sun day
I am so blue right now. Matt was here for the weekend and it went like lightening. I am feeling sorry for myself that my kids are so far away. I was meant for this. If I didn't like them that would be different. That is why I work. So I can immerse myself and not wallow in self-pity. It was bad enough that my parents died so young and that I really don't have much of a relationship with my brothers or have any kind of extended family. I tried but it never went well. I have a beautiful home, everything I have ever wanted and more, a loving husband, great job (most of the time), a faithful beagle (I think) and some days I am miserable. I am lucky I can somewhat afford to travel (to see my kids thousands of miles away), have great friends and a wonderful social circle but I HATE when my children are not around. I love visiting, love having them here but can't understand why I am so miserable when they/I have to leave. I can scream that it is not fair and want to slap my friends who have children that they complain "live an hour away". Poor you. Enough wallowing in self-pity, just had to get this off my brain and into my blog. It is what it is and I am not likely to change... I just need to learn how to live with it. I can't believe the emptiness I feel when they are not here. Why did these years go so fast? Like a roller coaster. It hurts so much to miss them as much as I do.
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