coping
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I’ve noticed a lot of people my age going through major life changes with their parents. Usually it begins when one parent passes away, leaving the other behind, sometimes no longer able to live on their own. In my case, after my dad died, my mother was left with dementia and unable to live alone.…
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I haven’t had too much luck with godparents. In fact, there is only one I still talk to. I remember introducing Rick to one of them shortly after we were married. The response was not “Hello, nice to meet you.” It was a cold, very pointed: “You must be Rick.” The homophobia became apparent very…
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Right after my sister died, I went down a spiral questioning absolutely everything about life. I became angry and bitter. My mind was filled with questions, but one kept circling louder than the others: are we really in control of our lives, or is everything already decided and fate simply set into motion? Fate. There…
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You know what aggravates me? I mean, can I talk openly with you all without someone going off the deep end because they accidentally recognize themselves in what I’m about to say? I hope so because you know me. I’m going to say it anyway, and preferably before my coffee gets cold. I’m tired of…
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Every human life should matter equally, but if we are honest with ourselves, that is not the world we have created. What unsettles me is that most people already know this is true, but somewhere along the way we trained ourselves to accept it as normal. A wealthy or famous person is murdered and the…
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Life with my mother comes back in flashes now. It is funny how differently you see things as an adult than you did as a child. I see her more human now than I ever did before. I see the other side of the story that children are often too young to understand. I understand…
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I sit on the edge of the bed at 4:30 in the morning and think about all of the fractures in a life. There is something about this hour that strips away distraction. The world is quiet enough that truth begins rising to the surface whether you want it to or not. I think about…
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I always hated the game that was being played around me. “Is he or isn’t he?” It was never anyone’s business to begin with, and if it mattered that much, all they had to do was ask. I would have answered. The truth is, the people who needed to know, knew. I was always resentful…
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You know, I came out to my parents before anyone else. My mom was the first to know. Then again, a mother always knows. I believe that is true. It was not easy being the odd man out in a family. You learn to adjust. You learn to pay attention. Every time I encountered homophobia…
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It’s in the quiet times of the morning when my mind wanders back to the past. There’s a lot of hurt there, and it would be very easy to wrap myself in it and disappear for a while. Someone once asked me about my ex. I told them I stepped away from that situation to…
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