Sunday's Soapbox. Therapy.

Here I am atop my Soapbox. Not really in a Soapboxxy mood, but let's see where this gets me... enjoy...

I was in therapy last night, no not my art room, and no not buried in a book in my tub. I was the Shrink, and my dear friend and cousin R was on the phone.

Sigh...

This is and always has been a welcoming phone call. I love him as if he were my brother. But the drama... oh the drama... he is directly related to the tard that caused me to close down InSaNiTy.

But R is different. He always has been less dramatic then the others in his family. Well it's just getting to him, the living pay check to pay check (aren't we all there?) the drama with his partner Ggg, (again we all have spouse issues) his sister L and her baby B live with them, 5 cats and a dog, oh and the guy A that owns the house.

Yes that is alot of stress, and yes no one has money these days, and yes some days Spaghetti might get on my nerves (not usual but, once in a blue moon) and yes pets will drive you nuts.

But his mom died 2 years ago, from alcohol abuse, and smoking. So his dad told everyone he didn't want to live without her. So he smoked and drank the same and died this past July.

So I get reminded that I have the most amazing parents, the best family life, and through a sobbing conversation, I am his voice of reason. His therapy, and his friend.

I need not be reminded that my parents are the most amazing parents ever, and to boot my In laws are pretty damn amazing too. That they love me, Spaghetti and our kids to no end. That I was raised in a good home, with Holidays, Holidays that they don't have anymore. That 4 kids are scattered and trying to find some where to go for the Holidays.

R and Ggg have L and the baby B to celebrate with. The others... well they are on there own, WAY to much drama, and NO baby mamma's and there 4 kids each are coming this way.

I love them but I would like to enjoy the Holidays. Glad that R has Ggg to have as a family. And having his sister L there and her baby B, will be good. I am sure this Holiday will suck, and as they say "Time Heals all Wounds" but these are fresh wounds. And with out a mom or a dad, and them in there early 30's, L in her late 20's is going to be hard.

But I need to constantly remind them, that drinking, and smoking is the way there parents died. So stop. Sigh... it's like a broken record, and my love for them is what keeps me answering the phone, because a drunk, buzzed, depressed hour and a half conversation, is enough to drain me to the point of just going to bed.

I try to be empathetic to the best I can, but sometimes they just don't seem to hear me. They just talk. But then if they aren't listening, then why am I taking time away from my kids, and my house to listen? Well because in my heart I know that I am and my mom are all the family they have left to listen.

So every few weeks I answer the phone, I talk. I listen. I try. I love.



And that is the Soapbox for today, sorry if it is sad. But that was my night last night, I should have been scrubbing cat piss off the floor but I was instead playing Shrinky Dink. I'm out...