I survived the office party... after poltiely excusing myself so that I could go to vomit and release all of the bad food mincing with cheap liquor.
It was not all bad, but it wasnt thrilling either.
The ex that I am nonvoluntatily tied to was thrown in jail while I was at my office party.... only I didnt find out until Sunday when my...
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It was not all bad, but it wasnt thrilling either.
The ex that I am nonvoluntatily tied to was thrown in jail while I was at my office party.... only I didnt find out until Sunday when my...
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Tonight is the office end of season dinner. I am in a black dress, and feeling the velvet leggings pulling at the inside of by calf as I try to sit politely waiting for the day to pass. Perhaps there will be a reason for me not to attend? It's no secret that large groups make me uneasy. Even though I work with and like...
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troglodyte:
Here comes a second comment!
Staff parties are awful, but at least it's free food and drink.
Staff parties are awful, but at least it's free food and drink.
So, I'm here.... writing an article about this site and all of the women here. I am this half sad, largely somber young woman that drifts in and out of thought modes perpetually. I am not sure where my head is today other than to say that I am in the midst of a complete crisis of faith. I have not lost my fortitude, not...
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spyler:
wow...now that's a first entry...uhh...welcome. I hope you like it here.
I can speak from some personal experience, having been born to a single mother (not sure when my father and mother divorced...I have never breeched the issue...I should someday...) who was single from before I can remember until my 2nd grade year. I saw my dad regularly, although more like every 2-3 months as opposed to every month...and while a very gentle and nice man, my mom rarely had anything good to say about him (nor anything bad, for that matter) and he was never a real role model. He was a paranoid schizophrenic before I knew him and as such has never held a job, smoked incessantly, and other things.
I'm starting to ramble a bit, but my point is that while my father was never a role model, nor a bad person, nor an asset to the country or family, I was always allowed to make up my own mind as I wished. My mother never overtly influenced me, and usually if I did exhibit any influence, she balanced it out gently. I have always made up my own mind about him.
Unfortunately, mine never had drug problems or jail problems, so my mom was very open to letting me be with him. Who knows...I even lost track of where this was going.
My own father wasn't around much, he just appeared whenever he felt like playing Dad which is bad for kids at the age yours is at. Kids that age need stability and to know they can depend on their parents. Fathers (or mothers) should either be there consistantly or not be there at all. They don't do the kids any favours coming around from time to time.