I still suck at blogging. I am still in the same rut as the last post. And I am calling myself out on it all. Our son just left early this morning to go back home, to Boston. There I said it, his home is in Boston. Not here, with us. Hundreds of miles away. From here, from me. I would of hoped by now I would be accepting of it, over it and okay with it. In some instances, I am, but most times, I am not. He is there for a job, so it's no fault of his own and I get it. We still have the daughter here, even though she is still a few hundred miles away, attending college. But there is hope, that she will come home when she graduates and will want to live close by. So I have that, right? Hope.... a word I hold on to.... more than anyone should. I want more than hope. Is there such a thing?
So Christmas is over, sad in a way, but I am slightly happy that it is. Tired of seeing normal, happy families with their children close by, seeming to enjoy each other's company ALL THE TIME. My family is normal too, but in a dysfunctional way. Nobody talks, or when they do, it's usually an argument, a nasty comment being given, someone is being made fun of or just being completely ignored. Yeah, its like that and that is why I try not to talk or try anymore. Nobody listens anyway. I know I can improve on my side, but when others don't care, why bother, right?
So a new year is upon us in just a few days. How do I plan to improve myself, my life and outlook in 2016? I don't know. I do know I need to do something, or I will lose my mind.
Wishing all the happy people out there continued happiness in 2016 and for those of us unhappy folks, I wish for us a little slice of happiness and more than hope to get us through.
xoxo
