I've decided I don't like Father's Day anymore than I care
for Mother's Day. Gah, I hate to be a bitter, sad person.
I called my dad yesterday and had a nice chat with him. I forewent the
obligatory card since I couldn't find one with the sentiment I felt. I
guess Hallmark doesn't make too much money on mixed-feeling cards. My
dad seemed happy, and for that, I'm happy.
Afterwards, we went over to
Galahad's parents to visit. That is starting to get painful, watching
his father get sick and steadily decline. That's all I can write now
as I wave away the tears starting to form in my eyes. I had a nasty
migraine last night, partly from the weather (thankfully we got some rain
finally) and part I'm sure from emotional stress.
That's something I can rant about this morning. I seem to go
through cycles of my emotions invoking strong reactions in others. I
hate to make excuses, but I'm an emotional, passionate person. It's my
nature. It won't change. Yes, I can try to control my emotions
better. I in fact do try quite frequently. If anyone thinks I
enjoy some of these intense moments, they are sorely mistaken. Even
the happy ones can be overwhelming.
I seem to trigger bad reactions in others when I get what they call too
emotional or oversensitive. It's usually (always?) men this happens
with which makes me suspect it's their issue. However, if someone in a
relationship has a problem, it quickly becomes both people's problem -- at
least with me cuz I'm sensitive like that.
:p
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