@JPB,
i got stuck in a web - my own - i musta spun it - a black widow - not a pretty butterfly tonite = and they all sat there waiting to get the first piece they could. In with the jabs from every angle.
a friend, my son, my folks, home... isn't a safe place for me right now,being here. I already regret some of the things I had to say to those close to me, who i know love me, but hurt me with their idiotic "no big deal" approach to my wellbeing or how i feel. It always about R, them and everyone else. They never listen. I don't ask stuff from them - but they still want me to be someone I'm not. They won't keep me down for long - i hope.
in the words of Noddy - "park"ing "the problems" and leaving for London tomorrow. I have to return for the little fella, for now, and try not to run away.
"Something To Believe In"
You talk too much.
Maybe that's your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn't sound the same
When no one's really listening
We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.
You have too much.
You're spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It's not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.
We stumble into our lives:
Without a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.
They haven't listened in a long time. They didn't tonite. The push was over the edge. I landed on an A2Kledge for my fortune, and will stay there for tonite in blissful silence. Tomorrow I'll climb back up and head out to my soulsis and park the problems, pamper nite Saturday, and party in Hyde Park, brace and all - yay and yuk. Hope to make the journey in one piece.
R=boy has his wish granted. I am no longer his mother - all I did was give birth - his words. Not too far from the truth. More complications. I won't fight them any longer - I fought tonite - it's taken it's toll, not that I have any legal rights whatsoever when he turned 16. All his and their choices. My opinion counts for nothing. My feelings are for less than nothing. Hand over the documents, hand money to my friend, his holiday and be done with. Goody goody - everyone's happy. I should be grateful. right!
So, tomorrow I hand over my son's birth certificate into the system.
Cut out. Cut dead. His choice. A piece of me dies tomorrow. All that I had, just a piece of paper - little tho it was - is gone after tonite - his choice.
I can live without a chunk of my heart - believe me - he took a little chunk, my folks too, my friend too. Trying to breathe - but they are holding me under. Effin let me go. Doors locked, phones unplugged, peace at last. No more tonite.
Tomorrows another day. Strength day tomorrow. Hand over. Get in Car. drive forever and hope perspective kicks back in over the weekend whilst Bruce Springsteen sings a merry tune.
So............. piece of paper - birthright - all I had left. Tomorrow - he walks away and will leave me - in his words - i never want to see you or G again.
Going to bed. Tabs kicked in. I;m sorry I;m a mess. i just didn't want to lose my son - and no matter what i did, i fought for him - and he took it as me fighting against him. Too late. damage done. Me and him and all the family are f8cked up.
Moving on - Hyde Park calling. I'm gonna rock.
Can;t see straight - apols whilst on the planet.