Thank you!
People saying “guys, it’s ok to cry in front of your woman” makes me sad. Not very sad, just sad like when you see a squished squirrel and you know if you don’t swerve you might damage your tire, which you really should change because it’s kind of bald and winter is coming up, so …
What was the question?
A few months ago, in church, my kids (boy age 6, daughter age 2) were being a bit rambunctious. GrizzWife was involved in a committee meeting after church. So it was just me wrangling them.
One of my fellow parishoners noticed trying to keep them in line and said “Makes you glad you don’t have THREE!”
For those new to my story… my son’s twin sister died three days after they were born.
Worse yet… that parishoner KNOWS.
I couldn’t muster an answer.
A senseless double homicide in Sacramento last Friday.
Thanks. Things are no better, so it’s time for me to end it.
This will help with my wallowing!
Oh my god is that sad.
It is not easy when things don’t work out. You will have to be strong and stand your ground. No negotiations. Then get drunk and cry your eyes out.
My ex used these on me.
I pit my parents’ divorce, because it changed both of them so drastically. They’re no longer the people who raised me. It’s like those people died. I guess in a way they did.
I’m sad because, after a break up six years ago, my self confidence disappeared. I’m also sad because I can’t figure out how to have sexual or romantic fantasies anymore.
I pit the ineffable sadness I feel after my wife of four months died of the effects of multiple sclerosis. She had been a fan of The Straight Dope and posted a few thoughts here under the name barracuda a year or so back.
She was diagnosed with MS back in 1991, and expected to be wheelchair-bound by 2000, but the disease progressed very slowly, and only in the last six months did it shift into overdrive. It robbed her of her sight and her ability to walk, and was working on her memory and ability to express herself.
In July she asked me to accept the fact that she was not going to fight it any longer, and she refused all therapy, medicine and food, and died in her sleep this last July 31st.
I guess there is no point in pitting multiple sclerosis, but I do pit those who refuse to take it seriously as a debilitating disease.
Thanks, rayh. Being strong isn’t a problem. Repeating my mistakes is. Feels like every step forward leads to one slightly smaller step backward. I’ll get there eventually, but right now…one more failure.
I know practice makes perfect and dealing with crap now makes you appreciate the good later and all that…but still!
It is not a failure. A relationship may not work out for many reasons, but do not view it as a failure. You have your experiences and memories, the good and the bad. Embrace them, they make you what you are. Appreciate what you had. You have friends here who appreciate you.
The only thing practice does is make you perfect your failures.
My neighbours cat is on its last legs. It’s an old cat but heck it saddens me cuz it’s a very nice cat and when able it always used to call round just to check on me.
Death is a bitch
Or depression, arthritis, kidney stones… I’d like to pit everybody who thinks other people’s problems are unimportant since they’re “other people’s” and other people’s illnesses don’t hurt or make you woozy because, well, they’re “other people’s”.
Yes, and it is definitely very sad. I actually remember barracuda posting, and I’m sorry to hear of her passing. I am sending you warm thoughts of support and healing, movingfinger.
Let me express my condolences. I remember barracuda, particularly from the thread about handicapped parking. I had forgotten that her condition was MS, which I also was diagnosed with shortly after she stopped posting. It is a cruel disease, for the sufferer and for his or her family, particularly because of its unpredictability.
I am very, very sorry for your loss.
Sorry for the semi-resurrection.
Two months ago, my 96-year-old grandmother was in hospice in my father’s home due to liver cancer. I raced home to provide assistance, and admit it was the most difficult three weeks of my life.
I’m sad that my father had to watch his mother die. Being one further generation separated–and long ago accepting that one day we’d lose her–it was painful for me, but probably not half as painful as it was for him. No man should ever have to see his father cry. When her pain-management got to the point where she was no longer lucid or coherent, I understood that I’d lost the grandmother I knew and loved. He continued to hold on to a hope that she’d bounce back. It hurt to see his hope and not share it.
I’m sad that, in an effort to shield my father from some of the more unpleasant aspects of hospice care, I took it upon myself to be her primary caretaker. I’m recently separated from the military and fell back into duty-mode. I became an automaton doing whatever was required of me, and in the process engendered an emotional detachment that made it much more difficult to handle things after she passed and I was required to be a human being with feelings again.
It makes me sad that sometimes when I’m trying to get to sleep I wonder if in managing her pain, we didn’t kill her just as assuredly as her liver would.
And it makes me sad that I’m afraid to talk to anyone about these things.
Man, fuck cancer.
I pit that both of my brothers died within two years of each other (one by his own hand, one to cancer just last week) and the effect this undoubtedly has on my parents. My brothers were significantly older than I, and not really a part of my life, so I can honestly say this isn’t a big loss to me personally. But I cannot imagine what my parents are going through. We communicate almost every day by email, and they seem okay, but they wouldn’t tell me otherwise. I have no children and no paternal instincts to speak of, but it must be devastating to know that two human beings you created, raised to adulthood, shared happy Christmases with, etc., have predeceased you. At least one of them had children, if that’s any consolation to my parents that the family will continue.
I also pit that suicide is no longer an option for me, at least as long as my parents are alive. I’ve recently started a new career in nursing, and I’m fucking that up just like I have everything else I’ve ever tried. I’m 36 years old, and realistically this is my last chance to make good. I’m not built for this level of stress, and I feel stupid, incompetent, and worthless. Right now I feel that life is too hard to be worthwhile, but I can’t exit because my parents have already lost two of their three children, and what I fear even more acutely is the effect it would have on my partner, the most wonderful man who ever lived. I just know he would never even try to find someone else, and the idea of him being lonely and burying himself in his work for the rest of his life makes me almost as sad as the thought of being a burden to him. What he sees in me I’ll never know.
I am sad that it’s not raining. I hate bright sunny days they are too harsh and imposing. Rainy days are calm, cozy and soul refreshing. It was supposed to rain today and it is bright and sunny outside. Fuck you universe.
My cat still hasn’t come home.
Oh shit. Rasa, that makes me sad too.