My adult, married, son cut me off - 10-years-ago in August. It was a terrible shock (although I could eventually acknowledge that it had been on the cards for a few years before that). I was devastated and struggled emotionally for several years. Christmas days and mother’s days invariably led to me going to bed depressed in the afternoon. As the years passed, I moved through despair and I became angry with him. We were very close when he was a child. I was careful to ensure that childhood was gentle and full of nice things like painting big pictures, baking, walking dogs, feeding ducks raising kittens etc (you get the picture). I never smacked the children and their Father did so only once (I wasn’t there and was appalled when I found out).
Although it still hurt, I could push through, muttering “little shit”! In the last few years, the hurt is still there, but buried more deeply and, although I would happily never see another Christmas tree, I am no longer a basket case on Christmas days and mother’s day. Instead, I can enjoy time with my husband (not his father, I divorced him and that was the apparent catalist for me being CO).
My eldest daughter has 3 children and we all have lovely relationships. My youngest has now just had her first. She lives a long distance from us, so we will see her, her lovely husband and baby for visits 3/4 times a year, hopefully a little more often when the time comes that they have a spare bedroom. Anyway, I have been surprised to find that simply the arrival of this baby feels like another emotional corner turned.
I wonder do other CO Gransnetters recognise emotional corners you have turned in our common journey.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
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