Comments on: I don’t know what to tell you

By: freakartpoet

freakartpoet — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:44:12 +0000

Through my own past horrid depression inner mental rages, what can be offered? This: blow your emotions to the wind, sit under a tree–watch the sky, moon, stars, clouds. Conclude that you are a unique individual, constructed from the past fuck-up neglects, etc. Find your inner child, self. And just be you. Just you.

By: crazymumma

crazymumma — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 02:37:18 +0000

i’m looking around here but I see no shit around your blog.

I loved what you said about wanting to have seen your mother cherished. I think that is very important and there is a key something in there.

you have struck a deep and resonant chord.

By: JCK

JCK — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:07:32 +0000

I’m so sorry that you missed that relationship with your father. That he isn’t there for you, and wasn’t there.

I have deep admiration for you that you were able to meet The Boy, who is kind and loving, and have that relationship. For that… you know is rare.

By: Cat

Cat — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 14:51:20 +0000

I read this and did not expect what came next, tears. I read this and kept thinking, my very own teenage son could have written this, maybe some day he will actually write the words out but for now he is stuck in the teen struggel of not caring, pretending, not owning all those terrible feelings of abandonment…

By: we_be_toys

we_be_toys — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:02:49 +0000

Being pissed is a hell of a lot more productive than being a doormat and getting walked all over, but even being pissed has to pass away at some point, or it consumes you and you’re left being the very thing that you’re pissed at.
I know girl, it’s some fucked up shit our parents bequeath us, isn’t it? My parents are both some serious pieces of work, so I’m feeling you.

By: magpie

magpie — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 19:47:20 +0000

I feel that. Too well. My father left my mother and became rather like the rich uncle who dropped in from time to time. Which meant that I had no real relationship with him until about 10 years ago, when his second wife threw him out. And I’m pissed that I didn’t have that.

But you know? Pissed off is better than depressed.

By: jen

jen — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 03:04:10 +0000

ok so this isn’t funny. but i was totally picturing you shitting on your blog wearing those kick ass heels.

and then i thought, well if i tell her this, she will have to laugh. there’s no other option.

i love you

By: qt

qt — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:36:32 +0000

Oh flutter – I am one of the lucky ones, one of the ones who had a dad who told me I was pretty and smart and all the things dads are supposed to do….and I still stumble through the world of men. I don’t think there is anything wrong with being pissed off…but what comes next?

By: maggie, dammit

maggie, dammit — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:11:49 +0000

Here’s the thing: whenever I think I haven’t earned this anger, I remind myself: me and my parents were not on equal playing fields. I can’t judge my own emotions, give them the credit I would give to a peer, because parents are not peers. They aren’t supposed to be. They are supposed to be above us.

When they’re not, it’s okay to feel anger. It just is.

By: Don Mills Diva

Don Mills Diva — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:55:51 +0000

I am so sorry you never got the father you most certainly deserve.