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Daddysredhead -> RE: I Admit It I........ (1/23/2010 10:33:07 AM)
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I admit that I love Lushy to pieces. *hugs* I admit that I am to blame for my lack of boundaries, but I'm slowly learning how to put them in place and hold them there with something a little stronger than scotch tape. *winks and giggles* I admit that having boundaries doesn't mean that I won't be there for those who need help or an ear to listen, or a hug, or a suggestion. It just means that I won't be at their house for 8 hours cleaning up stuff, or on the phone or IM for hours at a time if I have things that need my attention because I'm afraid of saying, "I need to go now, but we'll talk later." I admit I have no idea why that is such a big deal for me. I admit that it probably stems from a fear of disappointing someone and having them feel that I wasn't helpful when they needed it. I admit that it would be nice to see Lushy again, and give her huggles and squishes because she has a lovely heart, and I think she is special... as a friend, a mom, a sister, and a daughter. I admit that I must run for a while because I have promised Thing 2 that we will get her ears re-pierced today since she let them close up years ago because "earrings are just too girly." [8|] I admit that Family Life Education class has prompted several noteworthy conversations between us the past week or so, even though she and I have talked all along about "stuff." I admit that she shoved a new tampon up her nose the other night and said, "Is this how it's done? I mean, but it actually goes in the vagina... Is this right? Yanno, these things might work pretty good for a nosebleed." I admit that I nearly burnt dinner when she rounded the corner into the kitchen, asking me that question. I admit that I stood there, mouth open, watching this girl, string hanging down here face, smiling proudly because she knew she had rendered me speechless once again. [&o] I admit that I never did such things to my Mom, but if I had the nerve back then... I totally would have. I admit that it took me years to grow the balls that Thing 2 was apparently born with. I admit that my friends and my counselor tell me daily that she is a carbon copy of myself. I admit that, once again, I tell you all that I....... am....... doomed........ [:(]
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