I’m home and creeping from one room to the other holding my tummy. Occasionally there are moans. I am still on pain meds, but I have done really great. This laparoscopic thing was a breeze compared to some other things I have been through. I will confess I had some sad moments at the hospital with just my mom. It was weird not having my husband there. The one who has been there, although often ineffectively, for fifteen years. A friend reminded me I have to get through this year of firsts. Yes. I’ll be glad when this year is over.
Yesterday was The Boy’s 13th birthday. Stanley was here all day. It was so odd. He worked outside in the extreme heat and avoided me like the plague (I was on after all, he made that clear) but the tension was high. I guess he stayed because of the birthday. After 15 years, I can’t believe I still don’t know what he is thinking. It is exhausting. My mother remarked that she could see how it increased my tension.
After all of those years of not knowing what he was thinking, I can honestly say, I really, truly, did want to know what he was thinking because I wanted to help if he was unhappy.
I guess I got on his nerves.
How annoying for someone to want to make you happy all the time.
I hope he is looking for an apartment. We don’t need to be here at the same time, he was right about that. I can’t stand the tension. And I’m too weak to use my
I think my mom might would smack him with it though.
Ya’ll take care in the heat.
So glad you are recovering well, but I have no idea how to comfort you about Stanley’s presence. It’s a tough one, no way around it. 🙁 This too shall pass – I hope!
Strange how we can still care even if they don’t, even if there are bricks to be thrown for good reason, even after many years pass.
Or maybe we’re simply trained / conditioned to “do the right thing.”
For our kids to see us doing the right thing.
Stay cool. Feel better.