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I climbed the roof and jumped off..(from the fence)(in the rain)
I have a bruise on my foot and I am alive.
If I had not done that I would be dead.
Love
Dallas
Why on earth were you on the roof?
I think Im crazy.
I don't think so (or we both are crazy). I enjoy climbing to the roof too, and lying there. Nobody disturbs me while I'm there.
Ah, okay then.
Glad to know you're still alive and that you only suffered a bruised heel. Rooftops are good for a view. That or sleeping on after a night of partying.
Sorry I didnt mean to scare ya'll..I suppose my message did sound slightly cryptic or something.
I think basically what I was trying to say..is if I HADNT climbed on the roof I might have killed myself..(even though I wouldnt have it just feels like that)..
:foot:
Love
Dallas
Ok. *whew!*Sorry I didnt mean to scare ya'll..I suppose my message did sound slightly cryptic or something.
Ok. *whew!*
When the kids were really small and always underfoot, I would sometimes take a book and hide in my closet. I made sure Daddy was home to oversee things, but I'd hear them looking for me, and I'd sit real still. Eventually they'd give up and run off to find their father. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, you know?
It sounds like you're absorbing everyone's drama. That's too much for one person to take!
I gave up on the bathroom thing and just let them come in with me. To this day, all 3 of us will be in the bathroom at one time, chatting while doing whatever it is we need to do. Zero privacy. (Dad is not allowed in though!)
The older I get, the more I understand my mother.
I read this whole thread, and between my mother calling me to vent because of drama with my 32-year-old brother (who basically acts like a snotty 14 year old) and my stepfather (who is basically an ok guy, but not very emotionally available) and the delight of having three kids over 18 and three under of my own... Yeah, it can make you crazy. My solution has been to let my mom get it off her chest and to check in with the older kids to make sure they are all still breathing, but to find that line between the problems that are mine and the ones that aren't.
But what caused me to actually jump in here is the bathroom thing. My 18 year old daughter decided to move in with her father at 14, and she's apparently lived away from the rest of us long enough that she finds it appalling that nobody ever closes a bathroom door... Except for the bathroom where the toilet is behind the door. Who thought THAT was a good idea? If you don't lock the door, people open it into your knees. LOL
DallasApple,
They need your Love!
There was a time when I felt "I'm just in the way" with my family. Bustin' my hump 12hrs a day-6 days a week to provide (plus I was working with a living incarnation of Homer Simpson) and it wasn't enough. My Mother is a worrier. If she doesn't have something to worry about, she worrys about that. My sister's attitude kinda reminds me of Attila the Hun. My wife constantly on my case about the "To Do" list, my oldest daughter has **** for brains, LOL LOL LOL...
Hang in there baby, it will get better.
If I could come get you I'd take you on a motorcycle ride. The wind seems to blow through you & clear away the problems. My drug of choice says Harley-Davidson on the side of it. You need to find an outlet that will vent life's frustrations.
Look at your Frubal score. You have friends here you haven't met in person.