i'll either go to Easter dinner or I won't.
Oh! How I hate that.
My daugher just exploded at me over this. She said, "Mom, you always
say you can't go but then you do go."
She's very precise about
time and social obligations. I guess I raised her that
way. Problem is: I never know if I'm going to be well. After any event I
am absolutely exhausted. I spend so much emotional energy trying to look
I feel angry with my daughter. She has NO idea what I go through. I
shield her from it. Maybe I should let her know the truth about
Pain. Maybe I should just stop hiding my pain away. I don't know.
My dad's favorite lunch was pickled pigs feet and butter milk. I'm surprised he
didn't have a recipe for your pickled Aaaaghs, White Beard.
Hope you all have a good tomorrow and a lpd. (As Kara would say)
Post Edited (Pamela Neckpain) : 4/11/2009 2:23:39 PM (GMT-6)