tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27068972.post1492969430585903548..comments2023-08-21T04:34:49.895-04:00Comments on Fuzzarelly: WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY...FUZZARELLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12340378858926874634noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27068972.post-53992521743475609582007-01-27T14:47:00.000-05:002007-01-27T14:47:00.000-05:00I remember several years back when I crocheted a g...I remember several years back when I crocheted a granny square afghan for my mom, as I made each square for her I prayed to be released from some of the anger and hatred I had for her. I gave it to her, and later found out that her boyfriend in a fit of rage had cut it along with some of her clothes into little pieces. <br /><br />I think sometimes the hardest thing for me to accept about my life is that although I have gotten better, some of the people in my life have not. When my godfather died (a few years back) it kicked up a ton of stuff about my childhood. I was cried every day for a month. It's only natural that stuff comes back to haunt us (annoying too!). On my end, I tend to think that now that I am in a safer place in my life, it's finally safe for some of the memories and feelings about the past to come out. <br /><br />BTW, I am planning a trip down to FL to see the crazy mother, I went down in July and I spent the whole five hour drive back home crying! I kept having to pull over. <br /><br />And I have maybe cried twice since. Because as a general rule, I don't cry.<br /><br />I eat:)<br /><br />love ya.shansayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853117380111331742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27068972.post-39133996970606855392007-01-25T19:18:00.000-05:002007-01-25T19:18:00.000-05:00I have thought about why my father in particular w...I have thought about why my father in particular was so damn mean sometimes. Very likely he was beaten with a belt. Spare the rod Baptist upbringing in the hills of Tennessee. It was a big step for me to acknowledge that he was just a man and had been a child himself. <br /><br />There were times that he was perfectly normal, too. I remember him teaching me how to write my name and how to draw a rabbit when I was very young. He showed me how to root a weeping willow tree when I was ten. <br /><br />What put us off balance was that his anger could erupt with no apparent cause. What I did or said one day was fine, the next day - not so much. Walking on eggshells.<br /><br />I need to get my brain away from this topic! I am so prone to brooding.FUZZARELLYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12340378858926874634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27068972.post-7980428200985196512007-01-25T17:49:00.000-05:002007-01-25T17:49:00.000-05:00Sometimes the hardest things about surviving our v...Sometimes the hardest things about surviving our various childhoods are both accepting that we are good people and also accepting that we don't get a 'free pass' to do bad behavior ourselves. I know I have trouble with both of these all the time and my background isn't nearly as difficult as yours was.<br /><br />I find it helps to listen to Sarah McLachlan's song "Good Enough"...Valerie Policharhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235536374093188620noreply@blogger.com