trudy (16 Mar, 2007 02:11 p.m.):
Vil
when I asked about how long it was a question to you. Sounds like you have had a loss.
After I asked I said he when I meant my brother and I was going on.
I so want to hear what you have to say as I have chirpped along. Now that I laughed after the other thread I feel I can pay more attention. I want to hear where you question comes from if you are wanting to share or if you where just speculating.
Trudy
Your long chirpping was well chirped! I had to go eat something before I could answer it, but as you said it all, there isn't much left to say.
I thought maybe that question was for me. My endless rants about my family on so many threads will now be condensed here since you'll never find them all and make any sense of them....
Love....I'm a sap for love! But in my family love is spelled S U C K E R. I have tried to armchair shrink them in my mind so I could make excuses for them so I could still love them, but the reality is that there is no love in my family...not for anyone. It's not just me. My family is devoid of love, period. I am the lone blacksheep with the love gene.
In my family-which is limited to my sibs and my now deceased mother- 'love' meant 'gimme gimme gimme' and if you don't then I'll 'take take take' or call you a bitch. I was the independent one in the family, always making my own way and only wanting what was mine. By contrast the rest wanted what was mine too! It was like this...Oh, she's got some good shit! I want that!...and then Mom would be like this...You have so much! (forget that I worked hard to get it for myself)Give them XXX! ...to keep the peace I often caved, because I knew my independence would allow me to replace what they took and I didn't want conflict.
I realize I trained my family to take from me in the name of love, but I was really just trying to avoid conflict that would, in self-fulfilling prophecy, give me the bitch label if I stood my ground/aka let conflict happen.
So once out of the family home, things changed. I was married and what was mine was also my husband's...still my family wanted 'my' things including money! My husband's stake in 'my things' was ignored as if he didn't exist! Mom would say, Don't tell him!...I knew then there was no end to who they would take from, the more the merrier! Get married and that's just more for them! It was always about their thieving mindsets! LOL
I'll continue in the another post for space....