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Resolution...Disengagement

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Thinking about my New Year Resolution. I think it will be putting into practice all the valuable lessons I have learned from dealing with steps. The last 4 years on Steptalk site has been enlightening. I have gone from Brady Bunch romantic to a real life realist.

Random thoughts of an old Step mom

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The older I get, the more set in my ways I become. Dealing with unplanned or unexpected changes just throws my entire system out of whack. I woke up this morning thinking about how calm day to day life is now.

Disengaging was the biggest factor in changing from the hectic, constantly disruptive, emotional turmoil of life with the steps to the calmness of now. Disengaging in two main areas.

If I just---

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This morning is one of those mornings when I feel at my lowest point. It is 5AM and after not smoking for 3 months the temptation became too strong and I bought a pack. So here I am looking back on life and asking myself " What would I do different if only I knew."

I mentioned in a previous blog that I would have " Alice " from the Brady bunch. Now thoughts of what else could have made life less stressful enter my mind. Had I only known, what would I have done differently to put my well being first rather then last.

I didn't get an Alice

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Years ago I believed our new life together would follow in the foot steps of the adult Brady Bunch. Widow and widower meet, fall in love, Children are young adults. Grandchildren are becoming new additions to this Brady Bunch movie. All that this family needs to excel is love and understanding. The Brady home is the location of constant visits and parties with all the step children and grandchildren. A family of love.

Facebook ---Wakeup there is a motive

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Does anyone use common sense anymore? Does anyone think before they click the "accept" for people they stopped having contact with years ago? Does anyone ever wonder about the reason they have been selected to be a friend?

I have facebook. My only friends are some present family members. Even though I come from a family of 10 siblings, I only have 15 'friends."

Retired DH is on a mission for the Truth

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DH has been spending the last few weeks in a frenzy, sending Emails back and forth demanding to know where he can buy new replacement brush heads for his 4 dollar battery toothbrush. Seems he has looked for the replacements at all the chains local stores.

There is always an Email response from the company that skirts around the issue of " Why does the store tell him they do not carry replacements " Information and pictures of other toothbrushes they offer and so on.

Not my fault. Blame it on the dog.

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I came home from the dog pound 2 years ago with a large dog. He was to be my companion and protection. If I traveled to Ohio from MI.he would be my companion and protector on the road. Since DH and I are retired and alone this dog has become like our child. "Come to mama" "Get over there and sit next to your daddy " are not uncommon in our home.

He is so much more than just a dog. He is the perfect excuse for not getting pressured into re-engaging with the adult steps. Accusations of "me" being the bad guy for not just "getting over it" have now been placed elsewhere.

SHOULD WE ASK A BIO HOW THEY REALLY FEEL SOMETIME?

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The Norman Rockwell family is an erra that is long gone. Today's children often learn early that the squeaky wheel gets attended to just to avoid the iritation of hearing the squeak. No one says life is always equal and fair. But I often think of the child that is not the noise maker at this time of year.

At this time of year I am reminded of the several years my sister, her husband and children would open presents on christmas morning with their bio and foster children. For the sake of fairness there would be equal presents for all the children under the tree,

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