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OT - Apology & Weirdness Alert
OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some
people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? -- Hugs, CatNipped See all our masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped See the RPCA FAQ site, by Mark Edwards, at: http://www.professional-geek.com/rpcablog/ Email: L(dot)T(dot)Crews(at)comcast(dot)net |
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You've had nowt to do with him for 32 years; he was a stranger. Your reaction seems quite normal and expected, to me. It also demonstrates that you don't harbour any detrimental emotions towards him - he was nothing to you (and quite rightly). JMHO Tish |
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On Jun 12, 6:14*pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. *My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). *I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. *There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. *There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? -- Hugs, CatNipped I think that's perfectly normal. It's taking all your energy just to function day-to-day. Your body and mind know that you don't have the energy to waste on grief for someone you knew when you were a different person, living in a different world. On a much lesser level, I think sometimes about friends with whom I was very close twenty years ago. Now I think of them, and in a strange way it's like they never existed at all. I think that's kinda weird, too. And yet other friends, I pick up the phone and we can easily pick up where we left off so many years ago. Maybe there's a connection you only make with certain friends. (I am rambling....you know I am not referring to your ex in this capacity) Sherry Sherry |
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On Jun 13, 12:14*am, "CatNipped" wrote:
I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? First of all you and he seperated 32 years ago so not surprisingly you won;'t feel anything if you did I'd wonder if you were still carrying a torch for him. I'm glad you can put things into perspective you have other concerns that him right now Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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"CatNipped" wrote in
: OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? Seems to me the world is a better place without him in it. No need to fret about your lack of feeling about it. Sounds normal to me. Bobble |
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Judith Latham wrote:
In article , CatNipped wrote: OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? I think that it's normal that you feel nothing about the death of someone who treated you so badly and your children too. I think it says lot of good about you that you haven't felt pleasure that he died and no one knew he was dead for so long. As they would say around her, Good on ya! Judith I had a close neighbor a few years ago who told me about the demise of her second "X". Her statement: "Good riddance". And she meant it. MLB |
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"MLB" wrote in message
... Judith Latham wrote: In article , CatNipped wrote: OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? I think that it's normal that you feel nothing about the death of someone who treated you so badly and your children too. I think it says lot of good about you that you haven't felt pleasure that he died and no one knew he was dead for so long. As they would say around her, Good on ya! Judith I had a close neighbor a few years ago who told me about the demise of her second "X". Her statement: "Good riddance". And she meant it. MLB That is sad. I agree with others here. Not feeling anything about it shows you have healed, which you obviously needed to do. Joy |
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On Jun 13, 2:07*pm, hopitus wrote:
On Jun 12, 5:14*pm, "CatNipped"" wrote: OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. *My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). *I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. *There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. *There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? CatNipped You need update on Great Galactic Kitten (GGK) who guards the Portal to Rainbow Bridge. His authority is bound to welcome & admit *every* cat, regardless of age, condition, or meanness quotient. Smarts have nothing to do with this. For cats. BTW I have received a "message" from my familiar (unwilling messenger) who reports your latest RB cat was not only welcomed, still loves you tons, and is happy with your older RB cats, all in the RB Waiting Area, where she awaits your rejoining her...whenever. GGK is under no obligation to either evaluate nor admit *humans* through his Portal. If humans attempt admission there, he calls on his boss (you may have heard of) St. Michael the Archangel, guardian of the Portal humans are admitted through. St. Michael has no regard for "genius" or "neanderthal" i.q. including "Mensa" status. I get NO messages from St. Michael (thank Bast) *but word is that GGK at his lower level Portal viewed your mean ex riding a lightning bolt headed down to where he belonged for his meanness to you and yours. Needless to say, no way to validate this by we on This *Side. Boo. Hoo. When someone in my immediate family who was mean to almost everyone died, we went out after the funeral and partied. Every glass hoisted was with an anecdote to how this person was mean to them; no one was toasting their memory. I do not suggest you do this in your "condition" but at least perhaps you can take some comfort and yeah, revenge (tastes sweeter when cold) for outliving the mean ex. Here is *my* short list of talent/genius wasted by the Bottle: E.A. Poe who considered N.Hathorne (no not spelled wrong) a romantic wuss author-wise and said so Michael Hutchence John Denver I don't think Poe ever married but who cares; Hutchence's love life was a complicated mess, and Denver should never have gotten a pilot's license; his widow still hawking his CDs on oublic tv channels, butter not melting in her attractrive, smiling mouth, LOL.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - E.A. Poe was widowed. As a kid I was obsessed with most sad or tragic stories hence the only reason I know this. Modern-day experts now claim he died from rabies. He was a cat lover. I still think the parody written by Poe's cat is a hoot. I'll have to google to find it again. I have no doubt whatsoever that Lori's gentle giant heart-cat was welcomed at the Gate, and is watching over Lori as we speak (write?) Your sources confirm this. Sherry |
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hopitus wrote:
Here is *my* short list of talent/genius wasted by the Bottle: Michael Hutchence Liquor might've eventually gotten him, but he was done in by playing games that aren't meant to be played solo. Joyce -- Excuse for Not Doing One's Homework: My pit bull, here, ate it. -- J.D. Berry, Springfield |
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OT - Apology & Weirdness Ale
On 13/06/2011 9:14 AM, CatNipped wrote:
OK, maybe it was just me being too sensitive, or maybe there are just some people who really are sick of hearing about my problems - either way, I'm sorry if I offended anyone with my post. My only excuse/explanation is that I'm feeling really fragile and tenuous just now - floating on the outside of my life looking in, mostly just waiting/hoping for it to end. I feel especially strange right now - I got a phone call from my ex sister-in-law telling me my ex-husband had been found 5-days dead in his house last week (she needed me to get in touch with my children for them to give permission to release the body to her for burial). I keep checking to see if there are any feelings there about this news, but nothing seems to surface except surprise that his liver held out this long (he was a very heavy alcoholic since he was teenager). There could be a sense of revenge since he was violently abusive to me and had started on my children before I threw him out in 1979, but no. There could be a sense of sorrow for a life of potential genius (and he was one, actually) thrown away into a bottle, but no. There could be a sense of triumph that I just plain outlasted the b*stard (but given my health, not by much), but no. There's just nothing there, less than what I would feel hearing of a stranger's death, and that feels weird to me. I don't even know quite why I even posted all this - **SOOOO** off-topic - looking for some kind of validation or explanation I guess. Comments??? Replied to in e-mail, but *hugs67 Suki just ran across the keyboard. Don't know what changes she made, but figured they should stay. *Hugs* anyways Yowie |
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