Mishmash, Hodgepodge,Whatever in meh...

My journey as far as love goes, is not based on daddy issues. It’s based on just wanting to be loved and accepted period. I’ve been tainted by my environment and family that if I’m not a certain way I can’t received what I want. This was way before I figured out what “society” was and who “they” were. Well before the conditioning of bad relationships. My cynicism was created in me. I am not naturally so.

My son has lost his oasis. His weekend consisted of travelling to the central main branch of the library, to play games, hang with new friends, and be himself around others like himself. He said to me that it wasn’t fun anymore. There was a new faction of kids that started hanging out there and it changed the atmosphere for him. He is no longer…smitten, I guess you can call it, with his best friend. He is in fact turning into his mother. Lol
But he went on to explain this stuff to me and he is a sensitive kid. He is sweet and is easily upset. Also like his mother he is quirky so to find quality people and friends, they have to be special. So now we are on the hunt for something to do especially on the weekends when grandson isn’t here.

We will figure it out.

If it weren’t for the necessity of a phone, I wouldn’t have one. It doesn’t ring anyway unless it’s someone telling me I owe them money. That and the occasional call from mom. Oh but when they think they can get a hookup on something. I won’t dwell. I won’t. Some of this could be my fault. But whatever.

Let me get up. Happy Sunday to
you.

Kindest regards,
Sister