Lets Get Up to Date …

This past year is just too much to try to recap, review and touch base with my dealings and thought-processes.  I also feel like life is not yet my own, and probably won’t be for a long while (PT, Dr’s appointments, tests, procedures, insurance situations, pain – probably some more pain, and hopefully some healing and improving, being cleared to drive  … oh, the list is long) …

So, touching base:  I struggled a bit this year, hit a stumbling block and I have a talk therapist now, and go back and forth with my feelings with her … Yep, I’m embracing feelings these days (… WTHeck ???).

My grandpa turned 100 years old, my sister hosted a party with some help from me and my [married] family.

My grandpa then broke his hip, ENDURED surgery and three weeks of rehab (Oh, he wanted out SO BAD!), and is back at being an amazing centenarian.

I made mental note of the 1 year anniversary (of my accident, 10/27/23), and all the changes 365 days brought about. I am using a cane for quick events and walker for longer situations. I choose to believe I am improving

Our first French Bulldog (Luna) joined our clan.  I turned 55 – and I’m not making it look good yet.

My car from the accident was finally released, so that we could pay the towing to get it to the dump.  Just a few shots to share …

My step-father died – and my sister carried that Pre-During-and-Post production on her own.  The funeral was on Wednesday, and tossed around some more heartache with it.

The upside, I feel like I’m able to close a really nasty chapter in my life – the one that included me being groomed by a live-in sexual predator.  I’m only going to say/relive this once.  So, technically he was my mother’s boyfriend, but he had me bobbing and weaving the whole two years he was around.   I kept him away from my sister.  I kept him away from me.  My mother turned a blind eye …

I was enrolled in a weekend bowling league, only to come home every single Saturday to get screamed at and grounded, because my room was too untidy.  I dreaded going, but was made to ‘stick with it.’ 

I spent my sophomore and junior year of high school keeping her well fed, with all of her favorites, for dinner – ON TIME – or I was in trouble again. 

I was greeted at the door on the last day of my senior year of school, and told to move out, find somewhere else to live … now.

She was evil.  Pure evil.  But I was able to thrive and succeed – starting life as a grownup, with my (future husband) then- boyfriend.  Completing and graduating nursing school, getting married (I don’t want to talk about her at my wedding), buying a house, starting my career, beginning our family … Again, any one that wants to judge me needs to know and understand this.  Chapter closed.

Thanksgiving and Christmas are next on the horizon … I’m not certain I have it in me.  But there is time, so we’ll figure something out.