The material presented
here is not Al-Anon Conference Approved Literature. It is a method
to exchange
information, ideas, feelings, problems and solutions on a personal
level.
I have an email friend. We commiserate and buck each other up. Her husband isn't an A, but has a lesion in his brain and it's hard to tell the difference.
Neither one of then is particularly curious about our emails, but just to make sure, when we are grousing about the situation around our houses, we give our emails subject lines like:
Apron Patterns
Window Treatments
Laundry Tips
and my favorite one of hers: "I found a dress pattern with gussets!" This also helps to lighten our mood, of course.
Oh, something I came up with today, while browsing a home decor site. There were all these mottos about Happy Families and Love. And I think we should cut, paste, enlarge and put them up all over our houses. Irony goes right over the heads of both husbands, and it would give us a chuckle. One I especially like for me is: Being part of a family means you belong to something wonderful and will be loved forever, no matter what." (Stuff like that used to make me cry. No mas.) And for her: Every Love Story is beautiful, and ours is the most wonderful of all." Over the bed--where she fights for space on a king-sized bed between a 250 pound husband and the Edge Fairies.
Hugs,
Temple
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It's easy to be graceful until someone steals your cornbread. --Gray Charles
Love your email subjects, especially the gussets!!!
In my home - er, I should say house - growing up, where my father was an A/narcissist and my M his codependent enabler, we had a sign that read "Love Makes A House A Home." I used to look at it in sort of confusion when I was young, and eventually saw the irony in it. My parents took no notice of it, and certainly did not heed its advice. Perhaps they thought that just by hanging it up it would have the desired effect.
Temple, this cracked me up. I look at all the DIY signs on Pinterest and on home decorating blogs sometimes and just shake my head... And I love the email subjects. Thanks for the levity!
If we don't keep the humor; we will go insane. Thanks for the smiles & giggles. :)
This week I read a bumper sticker: I don't need anger management; I just need you to shut up! lol! That has kept me giggling all week. A few times when the A was trying to get something started I thought that and just nodded at him. :)
That is hilarious. Love the gussets! I also love that while the A's are trying to distract us with insanity and turmoil, sometimes we're making enjoyable lives for ourselves right there in the middle of the storm.
Thanks for the laugh
For some inexplicable reason, my A's mother gave him a wall-plaque one christmas that said 'a happy home is made of happy memories". It sat on his floor surrounded by empty beer cans and rubbish for years and yeah, it gave me sad giggles whenever I saw it, lol.
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? (Lewis Caroll)
I may title all my threads "Gussets." The word seems to resonate with so many people.
Just now told my sister I'm looking online at downtown condos in a city far, far away. Told her one had a garden-like patio that would be great outdoor space for my Maine Coon. She asked if I leave am I taking the kitties. I said, well, him and one other. She said (today--last month her thought was Hell no!) she could move in here--she could live with Dilbert. If it is to be believed, she's lived with worse. I told her not to start packing, I'd have to get in better shape. If she spills the beans my little daydreams might all come true sooner than I planned. Daydreams/nightmares. Same thing. Cause talk about FEAR!
I'm sitting here chuckling. When I went to Paris for 2 weeks with grandson, Dilbert went to Sissy's apartment every day. He gets very lonesome when my body isn't here. If he had her in here, I don't think he'd even notice I was gone. Unless and until he got snarky with her. She is so not codependent. She's dependent, cause she's older and needs our help. But there's nothing timid or people-pleasing about her. She can do it if she wants to, but it isn't second nature. We are half-sisters. Both reportedly 1/32nd Cherokee (isn't everybody) on our respective fathers' sides; I look like every Irish girl you ever met and she looks like Pocahontas. And she could probably do a pretty war dance on him, figuratively speaking.
And enough! I need to go back to journaling. I have so many words and so little occasion to use them.
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It's easy to be graceful until someone steals your cornbread. --Gray Charles
