Couple of Questions for the Hutsters

lifeisworthlifeisworth Posts: 186
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
are your parents divorced?
if so, how old were you when it happened?
how did they get along, and how did that affect you?
how old are you now, and how are they now?

and if you had one wish

(anything... not just about your parents or whatever...)


what is it?




:)



thanks...

peace and love to everyone
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  • Originally posted by lifeisworth
    are your parents divorced?
    Yes.

    if so, how old were you when it happened?
    5 years old

    how did they get along?
    my mom complained my dad was a loser
    my dad who i only saw on the occassional weekend said "i don't know what to tell you" everytime I ask him a father daughter question" My mother left him and he never got over her.

    and how did that affect you?
    i didn't know what it was like to have two parents who loved each other. i could not remember.

    how old are you now
    40

    and how are they now?
    my dad died in his sleep at 54 and my mother is pennyless and pretty much miserable.
    my sister is following in her footsteps.

    and if you had one wish

    (anything... not just about your parents or whatever...)


    what is it?

    my wish would be that all my wishes come true.



    :)



    thanks...

    peace and love to everyone
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  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Originally posted by lifeisworth
    are your parents divorced?
    if so, how old were you when it happened?
    how did they get along, and how did that affect you?
    how old are you now, and how are they now?
    and if you had one wish
    (anything... not just about your parents or whatever...)
    what is it?
    :)
    thanks...
    peace and love to everyone

    Let's see...

    Parents divorced: yes

    was 9 turning 10 that year. 1987.

    they sucked at getting along. My father was abusive and a little heavy handed with me and my mother was a psychological warrior who was never able to deal well with herself. I often think that they divorced because they were two people who didn't know how to be themselves and didn't think they'd ever be able to.

    It made me a little more antisocial than I already was, and that's saying something. It also completely eroded my self esteem. My mother had her boyfriend moved in the day after my dad moved out. I never forgave her for that. and apparently, neither has my father.

    This is a long drawn out story, I think you all get the drift.

    I am 27. My mom is 55 and my dad is 49.


    If I had any wish.... I suppose that I would wish for enough money to take care of everything that needs taking care of so that I wouldn't have to be at work so much missing out on my kids growing up, and so that I may have time to seek new love as the old fades away....

    who knows.

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    AmaT


    the band is never broken

    but the heart often is.

    there comes a point where a shattered heart and a wounded psyche must needs seek shelter in an area of silence and calm, away from the piddling mistakes of the one who pulled the knife.

    I tried to duck, and I was successful the first 2 attempts. The third was mistimed and now I bleed.

    Do I forgive my tormentor? Yes. But I must heal and I cannot do it around her.

    I do not feel that I have broken a promise with god or any higher entity, I always try to consider the greater good. If the will is to love, then love I do, but it is not a healthy love and it is not easily saved.

    The ring is precious, and I will keep it always, it has meant many things to me.

    But our bond is broken and irreparably severed. Unfortunate but true and now we need to do what is best for the children. And staying together for their sake is not what is best.

    Letting them know that the ability to seek happiness is by far their greatest gift and that they are still their own unique and wonderful human beings, despite the mistakes of those that rear them...

    That is tantamount.


    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    Yes
    18
    they still live together. My father sleeps on the floor next to my bed. My mother sleeps in their old bedroom alone. We live in a tiny apartement, my mother loves him but my father talk to her like if she were a stranger, he is polyt. They don't fight, they never did. My father got bored. I'm aafraid he might leave so i don't say anything.
    I wish he would come back to her, but i don't to see a big emotional shit.
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    sniff sniff

    bua bua bua
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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