What Reject Sith Are You?
Which flock do you follow?
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Suz made me do it...
Yes ladies and gentlemen, Suz made me do it.
What Reject Sith Are You?
Which flock do you follow?
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What Reject Sith Are You?
Which flock do you follow?
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Thursday, October 06, 2005
AKOD--Adult Children of Divorce--My Story
This is all brand new since it happened only about a month ago, but I'll try.
The significant people:
Myself, I'm a 32 year old full time employee, student, mom and wife. My mom is 57 and my dad is 59. I have a 23 year old brother who's in college about 50 miles away. My husband and my son who's 11.
Locations:
Home: rural Tennessee on the property of my once family home where my mother now lives
Work: same tiny town, where I run a mental health office for my father.
Yep I live with my mother and work for my father.
School: Online through my "local" university where I' will graduate in May with my IT degree.
On September 6, 2005 we had an audit at work, which always tend to be stressful (we passed with a 98). That night my father called my mother and said that he was going to stay over night at the office. Not an unusual thing, but certainly not the norm. Mom freaked, apparently for good reason, because dad never set foot in the house again. The next day dad filed for divorce. Yep the marriage counselor didn’t want counseling. And that Friday he sent a letter home through me, unknown to me, because he stuffed it into a newspaper, telling my mother he had filed. She went BALISTIC. The entire night was spent on the phone with her various female relatives as well as in the house with her, curled in a ball in tears. The woman never cried over anything of substance, the last time I’d seen her that upset was when she lost her $40,000 diamond pin, which I found and boy was I in good standing with her for weeks. God bless my DH (Dear husband) for coming down and dealing with it with me and fielding the calls from the female family members.
My parent’s marriage was always rocky. I never saw them kiss or snuggle or any of those things. My father always lavished attention on us kids, mom was more distant. In February they would have been married for 35 years.
Dad has since moved in with a 29 year old and is pursuing a relationship in an apartment he fashioned in the back of the building (about 10 feet from my office door) out of two offices. As if that isn’t bad enough this 29 year old is a guy.
That’s right my evangelical, bible beating, judgmental (don’t come home if you get pregnant, I can’t believe you didn’t work harder on your first marriage, now your child is a bastard, you can’t stay at the house if you don’t go to church) hypocritical father has come raging out of the closet. And he’s so damn happy too. This guy is younger than I am.
Dad isn’t fighting fair, mom is spreading rumors. I hold both of them at fault. Dad is mad at me because I’m not thrilled with him about his new boy toy especially not after he was charged with sexual molestation of a boy who is 6 months younger than I am that he adopted. That happened my senior year. All my life I believed he didn’t do it, turns out he did, and the boy enjoyed it. The next day he turned my father in. Another bout of being a member of the walking dead. Last night in a fit of anguish because boy toy won’t drop his life and move up to no where ville, dad informed me there had been other younger males, all over 18 but still too young.
Every day since September 6th it’s been something. Some major explosion or a “could you just bring me….. out when you come to work?”. The stress is taking a massive toll on me and my guys.
The worst part has been feeling like I’m all alone, an orphan, and being told to “get over it” and asked why I’m not happy for everyone. I’m crushed, I cry a lot, and have even had a full blown temper tantrum complete with kicking and screaming on the bed. I’m sure there’s a ton more to write about and that I’ve left huge segments out, but I’m not allowed to cry at work, it brings the patients and the boss (my father) down. Besides I have to go make coffee for he and boy toy so they can have their afternoon chat.
P.S. Dad just got his divorce papers and he’s livid (October 6, 2005). She’s charging him with adultery. I have a major homework assignment due tonight and all I want to do is go home and cry myself to sleep. They promised they would be together forever…what happened to my family?! All the promises, all the beliefs, the truths I built my life on are lies, all lies. Who am I if my entire start came from a bed full of lies?
Thank goodness I have a 3.89 in college, and a strong semester to date because I’m not gonna make it through the holidays and probably won’t get something turned in on time.
The significant people:
Myself, I'm a 32 year old full time employee, student, mom and wife. My mom is 57 and my dad is 59. I have a 23 year old brother who's in college about 50 miles away. My husband and my son who's 11.
Locations:
Home: rural Tennessee on the property of my once family home where my mother now lives
Work: same tiny town, where I run a mental health office for my father.
Yep I live with my mother and work for my father.
School: Online through my "local" university where I' will graduate in May with my IT degree.
On September 6, 2005 we had an audit at work, which always tend to be stressful (we passed with a 98). That night my father called my mother and said that he was going to stay over night at the office. Not an unusual thing, but certainly not the norm. Mom freaked, apparently for good reason, because dad never set foot in the house again. The next day dad filed for divorce. Yep the marriage counselor didn’t want counseling. And that Friday he sent a letter home through me, unknown to me, because he stuffed it into a newspaper, telling my mother he had filed. She went BALISTIC. The entire night was spent on the phone with her various female relatives as well as in the house with her, curled in a ball in tears. The woman never cried over anything of substance, the last time I’d seen her that upset was when she lost her $40,000 diamond pin, which I found and boy was I in good standing with her for weeks. God bless my DH (Dear husband) for coming down and dealing with it with me and fielding the calls from the female family members.
My parent’s marriage was always rocky. I never saw them kiss or snuggle or any of those things. My father always lavished attention on us kids, mom was more distant. In February they would have been married for 35 years.
Dad has since moved in with a 29 year old and is pursuing a relationship in an apartment he fashioned in the back of the building (about 10 feet from my office door) out of two offices. As if that isn’t bad enough this 29 year old is a guy.
That’s right my evangelical, bible beating, judgmental (don’t come home if you get pregnant, I can’t believe you didn’t work harder on your first marriage, now your child is a bastard, you can’t stay at the house if you don’t go to church) hypocritical father has come raging out of the closet. And he’s so damn happy too. This guy is younger than I am.
Dad isn’t fighting fair, mom is spreading rumors. I hold both of them at fault. Dad is mad at me because I’m not thrilled with him about his new boy toy especially not after he was charged with sexual molestation of a boy who is 6 months younger than I am that he adopted. That happened my senior year. All my life I believed he didn’t do it, turns out he did, and the boy enjoyed it. The next day he turned my father in. Another bout of being a member of the walking dead. Last night in a fit of anguish because boy toy won’t drop his life and move up to no where ville, dad informed me there had been other younger males, all over 18 but still too young.
Every day since September 6th it’s been something. Some major explosion or a “could you just bring me….. out when you come to work?”. The stress is taking a massive toll on me and my guys.
The worst part has been feeling like I’m all alone, an orphan, and being told to “get over it” and asked why I’m not happy for everyone. I’m crushed, I cry a lot, and have even had a full blown temper tantrum complete with kicking and screaming on the bed. I’m sure there’s a ton more to write about and that I’ve left huge segments out, but I’m not allowed to cry at work, it brings the patients and the boss (my father) down. Besides I have to go make coffee for he and boy toy so they can have their afternoon chat.
P.S. Dad just got his divorce papers and he’s livid (October 6, 2005). She’s charging him with adultery. I have a major homework assignment due tonight and all I want to do is go home and cry myself to sleep. They promised they would be together forever…what happened to my family?! All the promises, all the beliefs, the truths I built my life on are lies, all lies. Who am I if my entire start came from a bed full of lies?
Thank goodness I have a 3.89 in college, and a strong semester to date because I’m not gonna make it through the holidays and probably won’t get something turned in on time.
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