In the midst of it all

When Daniel went to the old apartment the other day with his dad, they were reminiscing about all the things that happened while we lived there.

I'm not sure exactly how that conversation went, but the end result was a poem from Daniel listing his memories.

They left the poem for me to find when I went back to the apartment by myself.

Isn't it weird how love and pride makes your heart skip a beat?

Sometimes Daniel asks me if I think about him while he's at school, and I ask him back if he felt the hug that my heart was sending to his. When I read his poem, it felt like that...like my heart was reaching out of my body to find him.

I can't transcribe the poem right now - he's in the next room. But maybe tonight I'll post it for you.

The insanity continues around here. The apartment is almost done, I clean out the last of the trash today, and we scrub it from top to bottom on Memorial Day.

And then my parents come.

This is not a good time for me.

But once they leave, I can curl up into a ball, and then slowly emerge as a person again. I'm trying very hard for everyone's sakes to not get too miserable this time.

We'll see how that goes.

Comments

[Christina Shaver]

Good luck this weekend!

[Carrie]

I just realized recently that both of my parents are narcissists and the profound effect this has had on me. My little brother committed suicide over it in Dec. I ran across your blog in my searches. My question is, why subject your self to this? If your parents' coming makes you feel this way then don't let them come.