I am surprised at not only the friendships I have formed on LJ, but the strength and support of those friendships from people I have never met. Glad to hear everything went well and you do know we all expect to see pictures from your trip next week (nekkid would be nice, but the other kind will be good too).
Yeah, me too on LJ friendships. I started seeing a new therapist today. I deliberately timed beginning to see her right after the bar mitzvah since things would be so bonkers before that it would not be possible to get down to business until now. I told her about you guys and how although I'd lost touch with most of my other friends, I'd formed some very strong bonds online. So interesting! And as far as pix are concerned, I'll see what I can do...my kids ruined my good Canon on their last trip, and I have a teeny Sony that is on its last legs, I'll either piece it together or run to Buy.com!
Sounds like a great day... and I'm so glad it all went off without a hitch. Your son sounds like a truly wonderful and remarkable person! You're a good father you know that...
He really is a fantastic person, in some ways the two of you are very similar (albeit he's half your age!) Thanks for the dad reference, coming from you that means more than most my friend....
Thanks a lot my buddy. I plan to let it all hang out on the Left Coast and make liberal use of high SPF. I was at the gay nekkid beach at LaJolla a few years ago and although it probably won't be too crowded during the week in March, they better be ready for me! I do hope I am there when those straight college surfers change in the parking lot again, they were rather shameless, and rather fit!
Yeah, I know. Some or most of her situation is really not her own doing, it has to do with her upbringing and her bitterness over my "ruining her life" when I came out ten years ago. She does need to get over it and at this point it looks as though she never will, but for the sake of our kids it would be a lot better if she would, already. My son's school therapist recommended two years ago that I cut off all but the most essential communication about kiddie logistics with her because she was't able to handle any more than that without playing the victim constantly, and things have been more peaceful since then
Some or most of her situation is really not her own doing, it has to do with her upbringing and her bitterness over my "ruining her life" when I came out ten years ago.
Oh, honey, pardon my frankness, but that's a steaming heap o' bull-stuff!
Your coming out was about you; not about her. Her reaction to that was her choice, and her choice alone. We all have within us the ability to overcome any obstacles placed in our way. I could tell you about how horrible my upbringing was, how my family treated me when I came out, how everyone (with the exception of one person) who's ever been close to me or meant something to me has hurt me to the core, etc., etc., etc. I have every right to be a screaming ball of pain and on the verge of tears 24-hours-a-day. We all probably do.
But the kicker is, we all choose how we're going to react to all of that crap. We can either be the eternal victim, or we can pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, try and learn the lessons we must, and go on with our lives
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Thanks a lot, bud. It really was terrific, overall. The one odd part of the day was that my ex-s brother did end up showing up at the reception after all, despite his objection to the caterer serving veal (huh?) although we had nothing but chicken that day. But his wife, during the several years that she had apparently hidden herself away in their house (I know nothing about these things as I have no contact with these folks any more) had wasted away to about 90 lbs at 5'11" or so. So that when they went up to the front of the synagogue to do a joint reading, most of those in attendance, who had last seen her at her wedding a few years ago, collectively drew a breath in all at once in shock. She was wearing a body-hugging, black wool dress that emphasized her stick-like physique, and her face was ghostly and hollow. It was a very startling moment! Luckily, my son was unaware of what was going on, looking at the rabbi. Eek!
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Hang in there; karma will get her on the back end.
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Oh, honey, pardon my frankness, but that's a steaming heap o' bull-stuff!
Your coming out was about you; not about her. Her reaction to that was her choice, and her choice alone. We all have within us the ability to overcome any obstacles placed in our way. I could tell you about how horrible my upbringing was, how my family treated me when I came out, how everyone (with the exception of one person) who's ever been close to me or meant something to me has hurt me to the core, etc., etc., etc. I have every right to be a screaming ball of pain and on the verge of tears 24-hours-a-day. We all probably do.
But the kicker is, we all choose how we're going to react to all of that crap. We can either be the eternal victim, or we can pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, try and learn the lessons we must, and go on with our lives ( ... )
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