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lightshineon -> RE: How would you react. (6/27/2008 8:58:39 AM)
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Jenny, I maybe seemed harsh, I know we all have our burdens, and you seem as you have your fair-share. My perspective is this. My family on my moms side since my great grandmother has suffered from a mental illness. GG actually died in an institution, my mom's mom Nana was, was a Christian of all Christians, but suffered from a mental illness doing with religon. Though, I never heard her speak against anyone, and loved God. Most of my aunts, on that side suffer from forms of it. I am very much sensative to fact, that because that is them, not me, it stops with me, the mental illness. I am sure maybe you are the same way, with your family history. I am fiesty, as my husband puts it (LOL) he chose our dog Rowdy,because he was small, and was beating up a bigger puppy, then grabbed my husbands shoe lace, all being the runt. He said ( kind of a compliment), that Rowdy's Spirit reminded him of me. Not your typical love language, but, his way of saying I am a fighter ( not physically, but spiritually). I will say there is a Christian counsler, in my small town that I have thought about talking too. Not, about brother and SIL, but that could come up. I thought about talking to him, about my young teenage daughter, and feelings of hurt at church, and where to go from here. She for certian needs to talk to him. In regaurds to the incident, my brother ( the latest) his wife was saying he swolled it, he already opened it. It was late going to see Mama at the hospital, and she was feeling, alone. Daddy was sick, and had to go home. The MARSA, and her heart was what she was in for, she has had staff in her foot for two years know. I sometimes resent, that I have to see over mom, and dads needs alone, though I will have no regrets. I am younger than my brother, but am older. Anyway, I was just plain weary, that day, and should of stopped the car, and said " We are not moving." concerning the slap, as Leslie put it, sometimes we do things that are wrong. This has been a number of years ago. I had gotten them an apartment, and the first night Lisa overdosed, was in intensive care, and in an institution for quite awhile. Randall was making a Ruckus, drunk, screaming he hated America, using the Lords name in vain. I had given him change for wash, he bought wine. I was furious, I tried wrestling it away from him, he spilled it on SIL couch. We wrestled he is bigger, and stronger, I got frustrated and slapped him. I think this was 2002. I also kicked him in the sensitive spot, got the wine and pourded down the drain. He was yelling, and I was afraid he would get kicked out of new apartment too. It was a mistake, That night my husband followed him in the van down a very busy road, he was drunk, husband ws frightened cars were going to hit him. He walked fifteen miles. That sobered him up. We lived only a few blocks away at the time, and every morning I took youngest to school he would be on my front porch waiting for me. He spent all day with me, doing errends, and such. He ws my friend for those months and got better. I want to cry right now. I love him, and SIL, and I do not enable them, but, give slight support. I used to go to their house when SIL got home from hospital. My hair dyer went out. I went there every morning, just to check on them really, and dry my hair. Thay would say it made their day, when I did that. I will do as my husband ask, about the car, I always do what he ask. This is just a glimpse into my family. Really though my immediate family, beside them, are stable. My husband is the kindest man, my parents love us. They spoil the girls, and love them so much. I love my mom and daddy so much, they are retired school teachers, I know I will lose them soon, and will miss them so much, but they are wonderful Christians. Love in Christ, and yes, like you I am straight-up,plain spoken when need to be. Though I pretty much try and be kind, unless, the occasion does not call for it. I do not turn the Temple tables over often ( joke), but when I do it is straight to the point, no non-necessary niceness, beating around the bush. Anyways, love in Jesus, as sisters who have alot in common I am sure would be good friends if we knew each other. Have a great day.[:D] quote:
ORIGINAL: Jenny-Fair quote:
If you do not have a family member with mental illness Actually, I do. My sister is bipolar and autistic, which is a lovely combination (that was sarcasm). My youngest brother is a drug addict. My cousin has Tourette's. Every woman in my mom's side of the family except me is on anti-depressants. Add to that my mother being a practicing alcoholic for all of my growing up years, and various other family problems, and perhaps you can see that I am talking from experience in this thread, not out of animosity. From my perspective I can see what you either cannot see or do not want to see. I have no doubt people like you. You seem very sweet. That doesn't mean that you aren't continuing a dysfunctional way of living that you would be much happier leaving behind.
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