I want to pick up my husband and take him to fl
where he wants to go.
Do this, Shiela.
You don't need to be mean, or say mean or angry things. But you do need to tell your children what you are going to do.
Then, do it.
Just do it.
My husband is six years older than I am. We have lived our lives as we have lived our lives. I would change nothing. But especially just lately, we are so aware of our ages. We are so aware that there will be a time when, just as we have seen with so many of our friends, one of us will be gone from the other.
And life, for the one left, will change.
We lived our working lives and raised our children in Minnesota.
We retired once, and we still have that house.
And our son (and our daughter, too) would move heaven and earth to be living there.
With us paying the utilities and sending money for food, of course.
And it is hard to say no, because I feel like a bad person. husband has no problem in the world with saying no.
I am writing you now from Florida.
That was husband; this is what he wanted, what he insisted on. For his life, and mine, to be lived as he had worked so hard to make it.
I would have stayed uber involved in the kids' lives, and I never was comfortable with husband decision to take (our own money) to do what we do, here in Florida...but do you know Shiela? Our kids never got better. They did the strangest, most horribly unpredictable things.
And I am so happy those dark threads have no hold on this house, or this time, or these friends, or this life that we have, here.
Do it, Shiela.
When one of you is gone, the other can deal with the kids and the house ~ or not.
Like my children, if your kids were going to do better, they would have done better by now.
Maybe, this will be the thing that will push them to do better.
Start with social services, Shiela. Your children are homeless. Your daughter has children of her own. There is help out there for them.
Tell them you and their father are leaving in two weeks, and they will need to get help from Social Services.
Then, change the locks and go.
Florida is lovely. We are all here, playing and wondering about the big questions and sticking our toes in the sand and wearing bikinis.
Except for me.
I wear a one piece.
Black.
But I have my eye on a turquoise and silver bikini. And one of these days, I am going to buy it and wear it and never care at all that everything is not where it used to be, anymore.
Come down here, Shiela.
It could not be more beautiful. Without the drama of the kids right in our faces, stealing our lives and our time and our money, husband and I are happily so happy with one another.
That would never have happened, had I remained focused on the kids, and on the grands.
Do it, Shiela.
Cedar