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My ex came and got Squeak from me, to spend the weekend with him and Possum. He has also made it painfully clear that we will never be together again, also that he never really loved me, at least “not the way I am remembering it.”
It’s 4:30 in the a.m., and I’m not sleeping. I take Cricket for a long walk, there’s a full moon and the air is electric.
My mother is 61 years old. She has refused her dialysis and it is simply a matter of time. Over the next week, I will take her lunch and sit with her, reading my book or watching TBN. She continues to pray that I will “be healed” from my homosexuality and will find a nice Christian wife. I lie to her and tell her I am going to church in St. Petersburg, and it gives her some small comfort, so that’s okay. If she doesn’t pass away this week, I will be forced to have our final goodbye on next Sunday, as I am financially destitute, plus I’ve used up all of my PTO and my bills and rent await.
I feel like my mother’s mental health robbed her of happiness and that she never really enjoyed a good quality of life. When the moon is full like this, and I am feeling restless and anxious, I worry that my mental health will soon betray me as well, and I am pessimistic most of the time. I fear I will always be alone, ending up in some nursing home with nothing, just like my mother.
Cricket knows something is wrong. She is a good girl, smart and intuitive and empathetic. Cricket gives me a lick, then curls up next to me on the bed and starts snoring. She will be there for me in the morning, tucked in and sleeping against my stomach…she knows she is loved and cherished, anyway.
Was very moved reading this post, we are all a son or a daughter, have a parent. So this post was very real to me. Sending you good thoughts, strength and hope. Ivan.
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This post caught my eye while skimming my WordPress reader list of blogs I follow. It didn’t emit your usual wit and observational humour.
I don’t know you personally but my thoughts are with you in this difficult time. As a parent, a mother of young adults, I have learned to let go of expectations that I put on my children. I may not see grandchildren. As a single parent who has passed her prime, I too wonder if I will meet someone or if I will spend my final days alone – with one or two cats curled up beside me in bed.
Warm regards,
T
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We’ve never met, but if I could hug you, I would.
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Sending you love!
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