TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
It still hurts.
The Italian restaurant whose walls I painted 4 yrs ago is closing. We had dinner tonight and the owner said his business is way down and he's shutting the doors.
All the murals will be painted over.
Every last detail.
I posted pictures of them here once. Now I can't even remember how to post photos. I think I used PhotoBucket.
This is so sad. We had so many meals and parties there.
I spent a year painting every square inch of wall space.
My husband doesn't get it. I went to the grocery store to buy chocolate and wine and have a pity party. He didn't understand why. I told him because the restaurant is closing. He went into detail about the business aspects of it. I interrupted him and said, "I was just thinking about my murals and how he's going to paint them over."
I expected a hug or something and he said, "Well, he is who he is. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later."
Not exactly the warm fuzzy I wanted.
difficult child was a huge PITA tonight. He had all weekend to load his backpack with-new school supplies, sharpen pencils, get his clothes together. We finally took the plug from the TV and forced him to get his b*typical teen off the chair. He yelled and yelled and finally did it, but gosh, how he makes huge deals out of everything. Finally, husband sent him to his room.
I saw him a while later, writing something. He had written a sad note on a folder (don't know why he wrote on a folder, but that's difficult child for you) about how hard it was for him to leave his old school and go to one he doesn't want to go to.
I told him that he could bring up his grades and transfer back but he didn't want to talk about it. He had big tears streaming down his cheeks and I told him I knew it was hard.
It's been a crummy night for us. Tomorrow has GOT to be better.
Thanks for letting me vent.
And if someone can remind me how to post photos or links, I would appreciate it. Then I can do the Hawaii pics, too.
Arrgh! It's 20 after 11 and I have to get up at 6:30!!!!
The Italian restaurant whose walls I painted 4 yrs ago is closing. We had dinner tonight and the owner said his business is way down and he's shutting the doors.
All the murals will be painted over.
Every last detail.
I posted pictures of them here once. Now I can't even remember how to post photos. I think I used PhotoBucket.
This is so sad. We had so many meals and parties there.
I spent a year painting every square inch of wall space.
My husband doesn't get it. I went to the grocery store to buy chocolate and wine and have a pity party. He didn't understand why. I told him because the restaurant is closing. He went into detail about the business aspects of it. I interrupted him and said, "I was just thinking about my murals and how he's going to paint them over."
I expected a hug or something and he said, "Well, he is who he is. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later."
Not exactly the warm fuzzy I wanted.
difficult child was a huge PITA tonight. He had all weekend to load his backpack with-new school supplies, sharpen pencils, get his clothes together. We finally took the plug from the TV and forced him to get his b*typical teen off the chair. He yelled and yelled and finally did it, but gosh, how he makes huge deals out of everything. Finally, husband sent him to his room.
I saw him a while later, writing something. He had written a sad note on a folder (don't know why he wrote on a folder, but that's difficult child for you) about how hard it was for him to leave his old school and go to one he doesn't want to go to.
I told him that he could bring up his grades and transfer back but he didn't want to talk about it. He had big tears streaming down his cheeks and I told him I knew it was hard.
It's been a crummy night for us. Tomorrow has GOT to be better.
Thanks for letting me vent.
And if someone can remind me how to post photos or links, I would appreciate it. Then I can do the Hawaii pics, too.
Arrgh! It's 20 after 11 and I have to get up at 6:30!!!!
That is your heart and soul on those walls, and now someone is going to come in and erase it in the blink of an eye.
: I get why you're upset. Sorry husband was being a bonehead about it.
