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Survived Sunday.
Megs and Brian came with Lee and I and I couldn't have been more thankful to them. I felt safe with them and they supported us both and poor Brian. Just being in the same room and listening to Diane caused him to get up and walk outside before he hurt some one. I guess I'm so use to this by now, that I'm numb, but he was furious with her!
And Megs, did not let Diane get a rise out of her and stayed calm and professional and Lee and I proved that we were far better people then Diane could ever realize, even when she tried to constantly provoke us in a fight against each other about what was willed to who. Lee and I just looked at each other, shrugged and waited for her to continue. It pissed her off to no end.
And Diane had the other woman there who had threatened to beat my mother up so we knew as soon as we walked in the door that they wanted to start something. While else would that woman be there when it was clear her two young children were sick as hell and miserable?
But, we got all the stuff from the safety deposit box back and some more of dad's collectibles and such....
But she denies my Cloud statues ever exisiting.
And I had told myself that I had given up all hope on them, but it wasn't till I got home last night and was sitting in my studio that I finally realized, that I had been holding on to hope and that knowing they are gone (whether by her or the superintendenat of the building or what) hurts like hell. They were mine! They were the first big things I saved up for and that dad always laughed about and took care of. He dragged those statues to school and back and dusted them and took care of them when they couldn't come with me because he realized how important they were to me. The only reason they didn't make it to Oakville was because his eye sight went shortly after I moved in. They had been sitting there on the floor of my room waiting to go.
And it's stupid but it hurts...
I've been heavily medicated this week (through careful consultation with a doctor) and am going to continue being so for a few more days after which I'll be going to the hospital for a check up. During this time it's hard to focus on anything and drawing is a major hit or miss. I just wanted to let you guys know so you don't worry if you don't hear from me or it I make no sense. Also, to the people I owe artwork to, or responses, I know you look here, so please be patient.
This time, I've chosen to take care of myself first. All of you and I both deserve it.
Megs and Brian came with Lee and I and I couldn't have been more thankful to them. I felt safe with them and they supported us both and poor Brian. Just being in the same room and listening to Diane caused him to get up and walk outside before he hurt some one. I guess I'm so use to this by now, that I'm numb, but he was furious with her!
And Megs, did not let Diane get a rise out of her and stayed calm and professional and Lee and I proved that we were far better people then Diane could ever realize, even when she tried to constantly provoke us in a fight against each other about what was willed to who. Lee and I just looked at each other, shrugged and waited for her to continue. It pissed her off to no end.
And Diane had the other woman there who had threatened to beat my mother up so we knew as soon as we walked in the door that they wanted to start something. While else would that woman be there when it was clear her two young children were sick as hell and miserable?
But, we got all the stuff from the safety deposit box back and some more of dad's collectibles and such....
But she denies my Cloud statues ever exisiting.
And I had told myself that I had given up all hope on them, but it wasn't till I got home last night and was sitting in my studio that I finally realized, that I had been holding on to hope and that knowing they are gone (whether by her or the superintendenat of the building or what) hurts like hell. They were mine! They were the first big things I saved up for and that dad always laughed about and took care of. He dragged those statues to school and back and dusted them and took care of them when they couldn't come with me because he realized how important they were to me. The only reason they didn't make it to Oakville was because his eye sight went shortly after I moved in. They had been sitting there on the floor of my room waiting to go.
And it's stupid but it hurts...
I've been heavily medicated this week (through careful consultation with a doctor) and am going to continue being so for a few more days after which I'll be going to the hospital for a check up. During this time it's hard to focus on anything and drawing is a major hit or miss. I just wanted to let you guys know so you don't worry if you don't hear from me or it I make no sense. Also, to the people I owe artwork to, or responses, I know you look here, so please be patient.
This time, I've chosen to take care of myself first. All of you and I both deserve it.
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Things go away all the time: Fire... flood... no way to take them along with you. Let it go... let her just be another natural disaster moving through your life, and passing away in time. What matters - your family, your honor and dignity are all still here.
((HUGS))
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*MOAR HUGS*
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I'm sorry sorry to hear about your Cloud statue. I hope when you go tot he doctors you'll be fine to get off the meds, if you want to be off them that is. *hugs* lease continue taking care of yourself.