Dealing with changes is challenging no matter what your age.
At 56 after waiting 8 very long years for my son, a vet and I, to find a middle ground, I decided to make that move from NH to NC.
Sadly/gladly, thanks to my daughter, the day we packed the truck for the move, I saw my son for the first time in two years.
He stated, you’ve never came to visit me. Interesting statement considering I had been told his home was off limits.
Trying for a mom hug, the response? “You start any shit and I’ll get in my truck and leave.”
Painful? Hell yes!
Am I still sad? Definitely!
Can I continue to keep my life on hold? No!
He’s angry about life.
I’ve researched, tried at least 20 plus ways to approach him.
It doesn’t work!
I’ve been in NC, barely a week and now I’m…
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One of the wonderful things I learned from dark depression is, for me, a most helpful and fulfilling part of my lifetime gathered hand dandy survival tips and tricks that are carried in my tool box-are best shared with a side of humor, gratitude, New England photography with my sidekick BGage, creative writing and wit. I help "me" by sharing and listening to other's tales and tips of success. Trust me a lot of people carry those tool boxes. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.