Nov 10 2009
Slow to Adjust
I’m sure I’m opening myself up to be ripped for being a wussy, but I am not adjusting well to my son moving out. On a logical level, I think it’s wonderful that he has really grown up over the past year and is now looking to become truly independent. But I cry all the time and have nightmares, and I want to bitch slap everyone who writes articles about how wonderful and freeing it is to have your children leave home.
Now you get to reconnect with your partner!
Um…nope, don’t have one of those.
Well, then it’s a great time to look for a partner!
Um…wrong again. A good time for me to look for a partner is…well…never, actually.
If you’re having trouble adjusting you should seek professional help?
Okey dokey, I could agree with that one. And I see that you’re going to pay for it because I can’t afford to pay $120 an hour to a shrink. No? Well, guess we have to skip that one then. Oh well, we mentally ill folks tend to make shit tons of money, so it shouldn’t be a problem!
Yeah…right.
Get out and make new friends!
That would be nice. With all the extra time I have and my sudden magically acquired social skills, I will be sure to do that.
Let’s just break it down to the truth here, people. This sucks, and all the cute little tricks that work for cute little people, and not hideous monsters that you lock in the attic away from decent society, are not going to work in my case.
Now excuse me while I go back to trying to keep my suicide planning to a minimum. Because although I feel obsolete and useless, and like someone drove a stake through my heart, I am sure that my son does not need the extra aggravation of having to get my extra large ass cremated when he is trying to establish his own place in the world.
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Oh, all of that advice is crap. You adjust when you adjust. My daughter left last year and I am still working it. Some days are better than others and it is getting easier but other days I cry all the way to work.
Blast from the Past
Thanks.
Sorry I’m so shite about moderating comments. I tend to forget. I wouldn’t even set them up for moderation but I’m kind of paranoid after my experience with the troll from hell a couple of years back. Also it lets me know that I do have a comment–when I bother to check!
On a scarier note, the Word Verification is sadism Gruenebaum