I should really get my act together and post on this more regularly.. I must admit to becoming a bit of a voyeuristic blog-fiend of late; I really enjoy reading everyone else's and get a case of the envies when I see how great they are.
Something I have noticed about my literary endeavours: I use the words "just" and "really" over-enthusiastically.
I've been a bit busy over the past couple of weeks, supporting a depressed friend. It's very interesting being on the other side of the fence, as it's usually me busy being the tortured soul. Along with the usual feelings of worry and concern, I have been plagued (and alarmed) by envy, frustration and selfishness. I'm too ashamed to go into detail about these feelings right now, or to put them into context, but take my word that I'm not a bad person.
My friend's mother (which I am becoming increasingly incensed about) seems to have detached herself from any motherly responsibilities - by that, I mean providing emotional support to my friend. The family shows up at the hospital at intermittent occasions and put on a great show of being a Happy Family, but that's about as far as it goes, as far as I can see.
Funny that this went largely unnoticed until this situation developed - I was one who thought their family was awesome - parents were still together, great kids, Mum was one of the superwomen who worked, baked incredible stuff, kept an immaculate house and looked gorgeous. Then, when this situation came to a head, these quite large cracks started appearing. Maybe I'm not one to judge or get all self-righteous, but as far as I'm concerned, a mother's primary obligation to her children is to BE THERE when they need them, in whatever way, shape or form.
Something I have noticed about my literary endeavours: I use the words "just" and "really" over-enthusiastically.
I've been a bit busy over the past couple of weeks, supporting a depressed friend. It's very interesting being on the other side of the fence, as it's usually me busy being the tortured soul. Along with the usual feelings of worry and concern, I have been plagued (and alarmed) by envy, frustration and selfishness. I'm too ashamed to go into detail about these feelings right now, or to put them into context, but take my word that I'm not a bad person.
My friend's mother (which I am becoming increasingly incensed about) seems to have detached herself from any motherly responsibilities - by that, I mean providing emotional support to my friend. The family shows up at the hospital at intermittent occasions and put on a great show of being a Happy Family, but that's about as far as it goes, as far as I can see.
Funny that this went largely unnoticed until this situation developed - I was one who thought their family was awesome - parents were still together, great kids, Mum was one of the superwomen who worked, baked incredible stuff, kept an immaculate house and looked gorgeous. Then, when this situation came to a head, these quite large cracks started appearing. Maybe I'm not one to judge or get all self-righteous, but as far as I'm concerned, a mother's primary obligation to her children is to BE THERE when they need them, in whatever way, shape or form.
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But on the other hand, it must be a relief to find that even the 'perfect' family are just a bunch of flawed humans; perfection really irritates me. (There, I used 'just' and 'really' in the one sentence).
I'm really quite naive when it comes to things like that - I'm a bit Aspergic in that I take things at face value and get a bit of a shock when it turns out there is more than meets the eye.
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