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quote:Originally posted by Razgunarph:
I'm still not. Peter Pan is my patron saint.
Wow!! I don't know you but admire the heck out of you!quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:
When I moved out at 19 and never looked back.
My mom was in a crazy relationship with my then step-father, where they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to stay together. I was working and going to college at the time. The first blow was when I found out I'd been nominated for Student of the Year at college. I lost out because I didn't respond to the letter before the deadline. The reason I didn't respond before the deadline is because my mom didn't tell me about the letter until it was too late! She was too busy with the step-dad drama.
The last straw was when I came home from work one day and she was gone. All her things, and my brother's things (he was 11 at the time) were gone. No note, no explanation. I moved in with a friend within days. (I didn't stay in the house because I couldn't afford the house payments. After I moved out, my mom sold it.)
The only money I had to my name was what I made at my minimum wage job. I didn't have the "mommy and daddy" cushion to fall back on; if I couldn't pay the bills, I knew I'd fall on my face. I didn't have anywhere else to go and, thankfully, I knew better than to get myself knocked up and married just to feel a sense of security.
I was very scared at first because I was driving a 10-year-old car that needed many repairs and suddenly I had to pay rent and utilities on top of that. But I made a go of it and never regretted it. There was nothing like writing those checks for rent. It was MY money that paid for that rent; I had earned it. You can't buy a feeling like that.
My mother and I had a strained relationship for a long time after that. I hardly talked to her for years, but I eventually forgave her and our relationship is good now.
quote:Originally posted by The Raven:Wow!! I don't know you but admire the heck out of you!quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:
When I moved out at 19 and never looked back.
My mom was in a crazy relationship with my then step-father, where they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to stay together. I was working and going to college at the time. The first blow was when I found out I'd been nominated for Student of the Year at college. I lost out because I didn't respond to the letter before the deadline. The reason I didn't respond before the deadline is because my mom didn't tell me about the letter until it was too late! She was too busy with the step-dad drama.
The last straw was when I came home from work one day and she was gone. All her things, and my brother's things (he was 11 at the time) were gone. No note, no explanation. I moved in with a friend within days. (I didn't stay in the house because I couldn't afford the house payments. After I moved out, my mom sold it.)
The only money I had to my name was what I made at my minimum wage job. I didn't have the "mommy and daddy" cushion to fall back on; if I couldn't pay the bills, I knew I'd fall on my face. I didn't have anywhere else to go and, thankfully, I knew better than to get myself knocked up and married just to feel a sense of security.
I was very scared at first because I was driving a 10-year-old car that needed many repairs and suddenly I had to pay rent and utilities on top of that. But I made a go of it and never regretted it. There was nothing like writing those checks for rent. It was MY money that paid for that rent; I had earned it. You can't buy a feeling like that.
My mother and I had a strained relationship for a long time after that. I hardly talked to her for years, but I eventually forgave her and our relationship is good now.
quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:
When I moved out at 19 and never looked back.
My mom was in a crazy relationship with my then step-father, where they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to stay together. I was working and going to college at the time. The first blow was when I found out I'd been nominated for Student of the Year at college. I lost out because I didn't respond to the letter before the deadline. The reason I didn't respond before the deadline is because my mom didn't tell me about the letter until it was too late! She was too busy with the step-dad drama.
The last straw was when I came home from work one day and she was gone. All her things, and my brother's things (he was 11 at the time) were gone. No note, no explanation. I moved in with a friend within days. (I didn't stay in the house because I couldn't afford the house payments. After I moved out, my mom sold it.)
The only money I had to my name was what I made at my minimum wage job. I didn't have the "mommy and daddy" cushion to fall back on; if I couldn't pay the bills, I knew I'd fall on my face. I didn't have anywhere else to go and, thankfully, I knew better than to get myself knocked up and married just to feel a sense of security.
I was very scared at first because I was driving a 10-year-old car that needed many repairs and suddenly I had to pay rent and utilities on top of that. But I made a go of it and never regretted it. There was nothing like writing those checks for rent. It was MY money that paid for that rent; I had earned it. You can't buy a feeling like that.
My mother and I had a strained relationship for a long time after that. I hardly talked to her for years, but I eventually forgave her and our relationship is good now.
quote:Originally posted by teyates:quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:
When I moved out at 19 and never looked back.
My mom was in a crazy relationship with my then step-father, where they couldn't decide whether or not they wanted to stay together. I was working and going to college at the time. The first blow was when I found out I'd been nominated for Student of the Year at college. I lost out because I didn't respond to the letter before the deadline. The reason I didn't respond before the deadline is because my mom didn't tell me about the letter until it was too late! She was too busy with the step-dad drama.
The last straw was when I came home from work one day and she was gone. All her things, and my brother's things (he was 11 at the time) were gone. No note, no explanation. I moved in with a friend within days. (I didn't stay in the house because I couldn't afford the house payments. After I moved out, my mom sold it.)
The only money I had to my name was what I made at my minimum wage job. I didn't have the "mommy and daddy" cushion to fall back on; if I couldn't pay the bills, I knew I'd fall on my face. I didn't have anywhere else to go and, thankfully, I knew better than to get myself knocked up and married just to feel a sense of security.
I was very scared at first because I was driving a 10-year-old car that needed many repairs and suddenly I had to pay rent and utilities on top of that. But I made a go of it and never regretted it. There was nothing like writing those checks for rent. It was MY money that paid for that rent; I had earned it. You can't buy a feeling like that.
My mother and I had a strained relationship for a long time after that. I hardly talked to her for years, but I eventually forgave her and our relationship is good now.
Buttercvup,
that is an incredible stroy, and I am glad you and your mother were able to patch things up. Right now my mother is in CCU and has been there for over four weeks on a ventilator. My dad is having to make the decision this week, right before Christmas, to cut off the ventilator since they are not giving any hope of improvements. I think when you are faced with the hardship of having to bury your parents, and you realize that you are where they were when you were the "young one", things really get put into perspective.
Everyone who has a living parent needs to take this holiday, and if you cannot get there, at least call and tell them how much you appreciate and love them. Like the poet said, "time is fleeting", and it passes before you know it.
Happy Holidays to all of you.
quote:Originally posted by bluetick:
Teyates, I don't pray but my thoughts and best wishes are with you.
Buttercup, I have to say it again. You are a special person. You. my friend, are a winner.
quote:a little stubbornness).
quote:Originally posted by bluetick:
Teyates, I don't pray but my thoughts and best wishes are with you.
Buttercup, I have to say it again. You are a special person. You. my friend, are a winner.
quote:Originally posted by bluejeanmamma:
When my daughter came home all excited because she had found my High School Yearbook with my senior picture in it at an ANTIQUE store......and she was way too happy about it. True story. Buttercup I have to say I've read a lot of your postings......admired you then by just reading them, but if I could.....I'd give you a big pat on the back, cause today you just totally confirmed that you probably are one great wise ones we have on here.
quote:Originally posted by Tool:quote:Originally posted by bluetick:
Teyates, I don't pray but my thoughts and best wishes are with you.
Buttercup, I have to say it again. You are a special person. You. my friend, are a winner.
Be careful that buttercup doesn't make a sudden turn...your nose will be broken.
quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:quote:Originally posted by Tool:quote:Originally posted by bluetick:
Teyates, I don't pray but my thoughts and best wishes are with you.
Buttercup, I have to say it again. You are a special person. You. my friend, are a winner.
Be careful that buttercup doesn't make a sudden turn...your nose will be broken.
Noses are for amateurs! I go straight for the knee caps - Tonya Harding style.
quote:Originally posted by Buttercup:
LOL! Now that's funny, bluejean! I was looking at some old pics the other night and thinking to myself, "What was I thinking?" (with the early 90's Aquanet hair). I think the women in my age group caused the hole in the ozone layer...and brought on "climate change" with our over-use of hairspray.
And thank you for the kind words. That was a very nice post.
Merry Christmas!
quote:"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." ~ Oscar Wilde
