Mom loses her shit journal: Mom loses her shit journal

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I used to say I love you very much but I am not happy with your behaviour, it is not acceptable and I am not doing x,y,z with you until you can behave better.

I’m so blessed that I come from such a close family. Even though my parents are divorced, I’m so close to everyone in my family. My sister is my best friend and just having that relationship with her has got me through so many situations. When my parents got divorced, she was the only person that really understood. I have always been able to depend on her and I hope she feels that she could depend on me. On the days in with her I'm asleep on the sofa by 6 when her dad gets in and I'm out until 7.30am when I get up for work. I'm miserable.I feel embarrassed, like none of these people care a jot about me and more fool me for even thinking to share the news my mum had died. It's making me feel uncertain in terms of every friendship now. Hannah found that her mum really receded into herself during the job hunt, and it wasn’t until she went to see someone that things started turning around: ‘I think it’s impossible to job hunt when you’re depressed, because you’re so much less productive,’ she says. ‘When my mum felt really down, having someone to talk to meant she felt like she was taking care of herself, and it gave her the confidence to keep applying. She did eventually get a job, but it wasn’t until she’d started taking citalopram.’

I have a very loving marriage thankfully, so I'm not alone. But in terms of friends I feel quite discarded, but wonder if it's just me being over sensitive due to my head being messed up with the bereavement? When mine started I would change the tone of my voice and say that it was not acceptable behaviour. I'd tell her I was going to count to 5 and she would stop/ do what I asked or there would be a consequence. Always told her the consequence - you will have the toy taken away until tomorrow/ you will go to bed / I will not read you a bedtime story etc. My dad has remarried [Fabiana Flosi, 47 years his junior] and, in the beginning, I wasn’t her biggest fan. I gave her quite a hard time. And that was unfair of me. My mum is done with men. She says she never wants to remarry. Now her life is her grandkids. As soon as bedtime rolls around, they start to ignore me. They go from calm to utterly hyper. It’s like herding cats to get their bedtime routine done and the pair of them into bed. The eldest just carries on, wanders about, ignores me if I ask her to get into her bed (even if just to read). I didn’t really understand the level of wealth I’d been born into until I was much older. It’s not like I was getting dropped to school in a Lamborghini. They drove a fairly average family car – an Audi, I think – and the house I grew up in is nowhere near as big as the one I live in now. My dad is very low key. The value of money was the biggest thing for my dad and my mum because they both came from having no money. My mum is done with men. She says she never wants to remarry. Now her life is her grandkids

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