Comments on: Pain is inevitable, suffering optional http://donotgrievealone.com/2009/06/22/pain-is-inevitable-suffering-optional/ Happiness Boot Camp For Those In Transition Wed, 02 Sep 2009 04:04:15 +0000 hourly 1 By: Mary http://donotgrievealone.com/2009/06/22/pain-is-inevitable-suffering-optional/comment-page-1/#comment-604 Mary Sun, 12 Jul 2009 03:34:57 +0000 http://donotgrievealone.com/?p=93#comment-604 Beth, I've been enjoying your blog. This one hits home. While I do feel joy is a part of my every day life it is shadowed by a sense of loss and sadness. After visiting with my dad over the 4th I came to the realization that he will never change and that in not changing he has missed out on so much. I will never have a close relationship with him and when I'm in his presence I pretend to be interested in what he has to say even though I'm screaming 'Shut the F*ck UP!!!' in my head. How could he have gone through his life and not even known his own children? Or even cared what they thought? The only reason he cares about me is that I carry his genes to his posterity. I am a means to an end. Eh... I can't control what he does or doesn't do, I can only be responsible for my own happiness... He is part of what made me and that's not so bad... If I hadn't had such a rotten releationship with him I wouldn't have worked so hard on my relationship with my kids. Thanks bending an ear. Thanks for the interesting blog! Mary Beth,
I’ve been enjoying your blog. This one hits home. While I do feel joy is a part of my every day life it is shadowed by a sense of loss and sadness. After visiting with my dad over the 4th I came to the realization that he will never change and that in not changing he has missed out on so much. I will never have a close relationship with him and when I’m in his presence I pretend to be interested in what he has to say even though I’m screaming ‘Shut the F*ck UP!!!’ in my head. How could he have gone through his life and not even known his own children? Or even cared what they thought? The only reason he cares about me is that I carry his genes to his posterity. I am a means to an end. Eh… I can’t control what he does or doesn’t do, I can only be responsible for my own happiness… He is part of what made me and that’s not so bad… If I hadn’t had such a rotten releationship with him I wouldn’t have worked so hard on my relationship with my kids. Thanks bending an ear. Thanks for the interesting blog!
Mary

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