There are a few stars, celebrities, that look great inn their 60s and 70s. Consider that they have had chefs, personal trainers, etc. for years and their appearance isn't the norm.
It doesn't make going to the doc on a regular basis any more fun. I have high blood pressure, they are looking for something that will control it, arthritis, hypothyroidism and an immune system that is going completely wacky this cold and flu system. (No, I didn't have the flu.)
I had what I thought was a horrible cold two weeks ago. Nothing cut into it. I chatted with the doc during the time period. Since, I didn't have a fever, she declared it a respiratory infection. Nope, today I realized the pain in the back of my ear is my mastoid bone. (Look up if not familiar.) I had the beginning of a very serious secondary infection. So, off to the pharmacy and going home with a boat load of pills. Not a fun day.
Not giving up on my new exercise routine despite all of this. Just perhaps the pain behind my ear would have been worse without those exercises trying to improve my immune system. For those who are unaware hypothyroidism means your immune system is attacking your thyroid.
It would have been nice to have someone else other than my roommate to share this with.
Home tomorrow and back to some writing that might earn me some money.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
A divorced journey/getting older
You know. You see them around different points in town. They are either waiting by the bus stop or pushing one of the funny looking grocery carts. They are the women who have no one to share their shopping duties with. They either don't own a car or no longer can see well enough to pass the drivers' test vision requirement. You think what that person needs is someone to help them with such things.
Well, unfortunately, there are millions of us getting older. The boomers are a good portion of the general populace. In this demographic, there are many divorcees. Sometimes I think I am the only one with these issues. I became one of those old ladies with no one to help do anything. I struggle with groceries, errands, buses, and nutty cab drivers. Not all of us got remarried. I chat with others in my state at the bus stop sometimes. There are many out there.
Even though I have adult children and two roommates; nevertheless, I am alone. What did I do wrong to get here? Was there something I should have done differently? Maybe, but I can't think of an absolute answer.
I will be exploring more of these ideas and the personal journey in how I got here. No one ever tells the true story of divorce.
Laura Bell
Well, unfortunately, there are millions of us getting older. The boomers are a good portion of the general populace. In this demographic, there are many divorcees. Sometimes I think I am the only one with these issues. I became one of those old ladies with no one to help do anything. I struggle with groceries, errands, buses, and nutty cab drivers. Not all of us got remarried. I chat with others in my state at the bus stop sometimes. There are many out there.
Even though I have adult children and two roommates; nevertheless, I am alone. What did I do wrong to get here? Was there something I should have done differently? Maybe, but I can't think of an absolute answer.
I will be exploring more of these ideas and the personal journey in how I got here. No one ever tells the true story of divorce.
Laura Bell
Friday, April 10, 2009
Living with an adult child
I only hope and pray no one reading this will ever need to consider living with an adult child. Seniors living with their adult children used to be a common thing when I was a young child. Seniors were given respect and a place set aside for them if they needed one.
Well, some seniors still move in with relatives, but the respect has gone out of the window. Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the adult child hadn't been a product of a divorced family. This son, the middle one, used to call and tell me how awful it was that I wanted some of the books I bought back from his Dad's house after the divorce.
Not thinking straight, almost ten years later, after losing my clients after 911, on the brink of eviction, I accepted his invitation to come and live in Florida. During that time, travel was difficult. I ended up taking the train since it was my daughter who bought my ticket.
My first clue happened five minutes after getting off the train. There were no station in Dayton Beach and this was a tiny backwater town out in the boonies, literally. My son was nowhere to be found. I called; got my daughter-in-law who assured me he had been on his way. It was another 40 minutes. He didn't greet me. He didn't give me a hug. He started walking towards my luggage and I followed to the van his neighbors had driven for the trip. I have arthritis and I had been stuck on a train for three days. I could barely walk, let alone hoist my own self up inside a van that had nothing to hang onto. It wasn't easy and I had to ask for help.
On the way home, I asked him could we buy some ice tea. We stopped at a 7-Eleven. Before getting out; and me, of course, handing him money, he wanted to know if I would be expecting others to bring me the ice tea. I was so shocked at the question I just told him no, of course not.
I hadn't slept more than 20 minutes for three days. Neither him nor my daughter-in-law, who had been great person via the phone, asked me what I needed to get settled in. I had five grandchildren thrown on me who had been waiting for my arrival It was past midnight and I was barely able to stand.
The next morning I was jerked out of three hours sleep when my daughter-in-law's mother showed up. No one bothered to tell her that there was someone now sleeping in the living room. I had a clue when my son asked me before leaving what time I went to bed. It was usually around 1 a.n. That wasn't good enough to cope with him wandering around the house up to 3 or 4 in the morning. There was nothing unusual about his either doing laundry or cooking up a late night snack at any hour. I didn't get a full night's sleep the whole six months I was there. It just about did my health in permanently. On returning to California, I almost died twice in a six week period.
It took about a week before I found out that I had walked into a new age version of a Hitlerian family. Orders were barked continually. The kids were beaten with a belt daily. There were screaming shouting matches between husband and wife weekly with threats of divorce and separation.
I was told early on that I wasn't to correct the children unless they were in some danger. The kids were cute but needing guidance that wasn't followed with a belt. Not that I got a chance to do anything to help.
Any questioning on part was met with screaming and threats telling me to leave. This came after I asked why there was division of use between hand towels and dish towels. I was told I should have never bothered being in 'his' house and that I constantly questioned his authority. Those were his rules.
This time in Florida was such a nightmare it's hard to write about. After I left, and returned to California, my son's life fell apart. He lost a child to accidental death; lost his home, twice and lost his wife.
He has been very ill and moving around from couch to couch. Imagine that. It's still hard to look back and realize I lived through all of this.
Laura Bell
-30-
Well, some seniors still move in with relatives, but the respect has gone out of the window. Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the adult child hadn't been a product of a divorced family. This son, the middle one, used to call and tell me how awful it was that I wanted some of the books I bought back from his Dad's house after the divorce.
Not thinking straight, almost ten years later, after losing my clients after 911, on the brink of eviction, I accepted his invitation to come and live in Florida. During that time, travel was difficult. I ended up taking the train since it was my daughter who bought my ticket.
My first clue happened five minutes after getting off the train. There were no station in Dayton Beach and this was a tiny backwater town out in the boonies, literally. My son was nowhere to be found. I called; got my daughter-in-law who assured me he had been on his way. It was another 40 minutes. He didn't greet me. He didn't give me a hug. He started walking towards my luggage and I followed to the van his neighbors had driven for the trip. I have arthritis and I had been stuck on a train for three days. I could barely walk, let alone hoist my own self up inside a van that had nothing to hang onto. It wasn't easy and I had to ask for help.
On the way home, I asked him could we buy some ice tea. We stopped at a 7-Eleven. Before getting out; and me, of course, handing him money, he wanted to know if I would be expecting others to bring me the ice tea. I was so shocked at the question I just told him no, of course not.
I hadn't slept more than 20 minutes for three days. Neither him nor my daughter-in-law, who had been great person via the phone, asked me what I needed to get settled in. I had five grandchildren thrown on me who had been waiting for my arrival It was past midnight and I was barely able to stand.
The next morning I was jerked out of three hours sleep when my daughter-in-law's mother showed up. No one bothered to tell her that there was someone now sleeping in the living room. I had a clue when my son asked me before leaving what time I went to bed. It was usually around 1 a.n. That wasn't good enough to cope with him wandering around the house up to 3 or 4 in the morning. There was nothing unusual about his either doing laundry or cooking up a late night snack at any hour. I didn't get a full night's sleep the whole six months I was there. It just about did my health in permanently. On returning to California, I almost died twice in a six week period.
It took about a week before I found out that I had walked into a new age version of a Hitlerian family. Orders were barked continually. The kids were beaten with a belt daily. There were screaming shouting matches between husband and wife weekly with threats of divorce and separation.
I was told early on that I wasn't to correct the children unless they were in some danger. The kids were cute but needing guidance that wasn't followed with a belt. Not that I got a chance to do anything to help.
Any questioning on part was met with screaming and threats telling me to leave. This came after I asked why there was division of use between hand towels and dish towels. I was told I should have never bothered being in 'his' house and that I constantly questioned his authority. Those were his rules.
This time in Florida was such a nightmare it's hard to write about. After I left, and returned to California, my son's life fell apart. He lost a child to accidental death; lost his home, twice and lost his wife.
He has been very ill and moving around from couch to couch. Imagine that. It's still hard to look back and realize I lived through all of this.
Laura Bell
-30-
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Adult children can be a pain
Have you ever tried explaining to someone why your adult children aren't around supporting you?
It's not easy. The rest of the world, including some of my best friends, jump to the conclusion that a problem has to be the Mom's fault. I lost count of how many times I have heard "What did you do to those children?"
As I have already said, I yelled and guess what, that's all I have to confess. And, yet after I returned to college my ex did his best to separate the kids' loyalty. He did so under the guise of helping me out with errands. I met a friend at college who told me the next thing was going to be an accusation that I wasn't a good mother. And, yep, she was right. Once such an accusation is out, it's almost impossible to disprove.
And, yet to this day, my children believe the lies he told them after he got a court order to put me out of te house. No, I am not kidding. He told them I never contributed; I worked two jobs until I collapsed. When not working outside of the home, I was selling something and running myself ragged to create extra income he didn't have the talent to bring in.
My eldest son once commented, he was about 12 at the time, "..why do you always work so hard making, sewing things, for everyone else but yourself?" The gods know the good work I did, but to this day I may have one Mothers' Day card and even he doesn't bother to call.
I sure would like to meet the couple that actually had a civil divorce.
I still do my best not to bad mouth my ex; although it slips out from time to time. No, I wouldn't have married the man if I could have seen into the future. Not for all the tea in China or the gold in Fort Knox. Let's hope women will learn how to do a better job shopping for a husband.
Laura Bell
writer@well.com
-30-
It's not easy. The rest of the world, including some of my best friends, jump to the conclusion that a problem has to be the Mom's fault. I lost count of how many times I have heard "What did you do to those children?"
As I have already said, I yelled and guess what, that's all I have to confess. And, yet after I returned to college my ex did his best to separate the kids' loyalty. He did so under the guise of helping me out with errands. I met a friend at college who told me the next thing was going to be an accusation that I wasn't a good mother. And, yep, she was right. Once such an accusation is out, it's almost impossible to disprove.
And, yet to this day, my children believe the lies he told them after he got a court order to put me out of te house. No, I am not kidding. He told them I never contributed; I worked two jobs until I collapsed. When not working outside of the home, I was selling something and running myself ragged to create extra income he didn't have the talent to bring in.
My eldest son once commented, he was about 12 at the time, "..why do you always work so hard making, sewing things, for everyone else but yourself?" The gods know the good work I did, but to this day I may have one Mothers' Day card and even he doesn't bother to call.
I sure would like to meet the couple that actually had a civil divorce.
I still do my best not to bad mouth my ex; although it slips out from time to time. No, I wouldn't have married the man if I could have seen into the future. Not for all the tea in China or the gold in Fort Knox. Let's hope women will learn how to do a better job shopping for a husband.
Laura Bell
writer@well.com
-30-
Monday, April 6, 2009
Are we there yet?
Everyone else I know went through divorce and came out the other side; not me. I have to look back now that it has been 20 years and realize things just aren't going to be what the world of families calls normal.
I only speak to two of my adult children. I married a man from a dysfunctional family and between the two o us, we created a family that hangs by itself.
Life wasn't suppose to be this way. But, we learn and yet another holiday season will be here and I will be alone or chatting with my roommate. My eldest son has been out of prison for the third time, now for a year. He'll call. But it doesn't stop others who want to ask me what I did wrong to create such disenchanted children. I yelled from the frustration of it all. I encouraged them all. I helped with homework and tried my best to stay sane with the marriage or the excuse of one that I had. I was barely hanging on most of the time.
I am on the outside. There are many with me I feel. Many also don't remarry, but the world, as a whole, doesn't talk about that. It's not fun to hear about the lonely people. We only want to hear about the people who end up happy. If I wasn't a writer, I would have been in the looney bin a long time ago.
I want to hear from others and share opinions.
You can write me directly at writer@well.com. That's all for now.
Laura Bell
-30-
I only speak to two of my adult children. I married a man from a dysfunctional family and between the two o us, we created a family that hangs by itself.
Life wasn't suppose to be this way. But, we learn and yet another holiday season will be here and I will be alone or chatting with my roommate. My eldest son has been out of prison for the third time, now for a year. He'll call. But it doesn't stop others who want to ask me what I did wrong to create such disenchanted children. I yelled from the frustration of it all. I encouraged them all. I helped with homework and tried my best to stay sane with the marriage or the excuse of one that I had. I was barely hanging on most of the time.
I am on the outside. There are many with me I feel. Many also don't remarry, but the world, as a whole, doesn't talk about that. It's not fun to hear about the lonely people. We only want to hear about the people who end up happy. If I wasn't a writer, I would have been in the looney bin a long time ago.
I want to hear from others and share opinions.
You can write me directly at writer@well.com. That's all for now.
Laura Bell
-30-
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