At this point in time I think I have been re-energized to take things in stride. (Until the next incident, I gues..) It’s a fact of family life — you cannot choose your family like you can choose your friends. I had a choice and I made it — I chose Alan and everything that comes with him. Writing about it enables me to think things through from a detached perspective. It’s like listening to my own voice. I miss those friends I would usually confide in a time like this. I would usually pick up the phone and arrange to meet up somewhere — we’d sit, we’d eat, we’d whine together. (Pun intended. LOL) The fact that I can laugh about it now tells me I’m in better shape.
We all develop our coping mechanisms. There are choices out there if we take the time to find what works best for us. For me, it’s speaking my heart out in my blog.