September 2020 archive

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Sep
2020

Another thing: would I really have forgiven her?

categories: personal; word count: 449 words

The more that I think about it whenever she does get brought up, or something gets brought up that makes this relevant, the more I wonder: if my mother had apologized for anything that she did to Bub, would I have forgiven her for it? I mean, the entire point is moot because she never did. Given what she said and did to him, forgiving her for all of that after a simple apology would have been quite the tall order… and as I think about it from time to time, I’ve come to realize that forgiving her for that might not be “my job” to do. Furthermore, it would have been something that I would have wanted to stay out of if possible — I would have wanted her to apologize to Bub for what she did to him, because she did everything mentioned to him.

But with my own personal opinions on the matter though, I’m not sure that I could personally have forgiven her myself for the repeated transgressions that she made. This wasn’t just one thing that she did to my child. This was a series of things that she did to my child, and an initial refusal to apologize to him because he was not “worth it” in her eyes. So even if she had eventually “come around” for whatever reason, even if that reason was a fear of leaving things unsaid before death, I’m not sure that I could have gotten over that for anyone’s sake. And I didn’t feel like I owed her an apology because of her health, even because she was probably going to die soon. Talking to friends of mine that cared for individuals who were diagnosed with dementia at varying points, a lot of them said that her behavior was indicative of someone who had dementia, and that this might have meant that she had these opinions about Bub for a lot longer than we could ever have known about… and this made it all the worse to me. If she had been able to hide “her true feelings” about my child for years, until her health had degenerated to the point where she no longer could, that made it even worse. And you know what? My friends were probably right. It just made a lot of sense…

I would then have had to question her apology and whether or not it was sincere, or whether she was just apologizing to me thinking that she had to tell me what I wanted to hear, or whether or not she was apologizing to me “to tie up loose ends”. That was another thing. I would always have wondered about it.

19
Sep
2020

Way to give me the shortest end of the stick.

categories: personal; word count: 408 words

When most people have a loved one who is dying of an age-related infirmity, or something that they know is going to happen where they’ve had time to prepare for that person’s death, they get to make memories with them and things tend to be pretty peaceful. Although arrangements have to be made for the person’s death, they get to spend time with them and things are… a lot happier than how they played out with my mother. I had to make peace with the fact that I was “shafted” of my mother giving me a good death. I didn’t get to prepare for her death even though we knew that it was coming, even though she didn’t actually get on Hospice until days before her death, because she had turned into such a vile person with what she had inflicted onto one of my children that I actually wanted her to die and looked forward to the time in my life when she would actually no longer be in it. I didn’t get to make memories with her as she was getting ready to die because I wanted her to be gone. And although I’m at peace with the decisions that I made leading up to her death and am at peace with the fact that she is no longer here and that I will never have to interact with her again, I used to read stories on social media of friends of mine getting this good experience with their loved ones and was jealous that I got the shortest possible end of the stick with my very own mother.

What brought me closure was the fact that I chose my own child over her because she made me, that I would — will — literally never see her again, and that I will never forgive her for what she did because not doing so brings me immeasurable peace. But for awhile, I was jealous reading these stories of friends having loved ones who they got to make memories with before they passed and that, even though it culminated in the passing of their loved one, things were as happy as they could still make them. My mother took that away from me, knew that she was taking that away from me, and turned into a monster before she died.

But giving me even a modicum of that would have involved her actually apologizing for what she did, so…

18
Sep
2020

Since I have not formally amended the list…

categories: personal; word count: 154 words

Neurological medications:
Lisinopril, 5mg once daily
Olanzapine, 10mg once daily if needed
Promethazine, 25mg once daily if needed
Rosuvastatin, 10mg once daily
Trokendi, 200mg once nightly
Zomig dissolvable melt, 5mg up to three times per week

Respiratory medications:
Albuterol, one vial nebulized up to every four hours as needed
Albuterol, two puffs inhaled up to every four hours as needed
Claritin, standard dose
Singulair, standard dose
Symbicort, two inhalations twice daily

Other medications:
Depo-Provera, taken every ninety days

I went ahead and removed prednisone from this, although I take it if absolutely needed. I’m not “on it” due to the pandemic, because if I am exposed to COVID-19 we want me to be able to fight this off to the best of my ability and it is a potent immunosuppressant (that does have purpose). I also alphabetized the list since Symbicort was above Singulair for some peculiar reason, and albuterol wasn’t alphabetized properly… heh.

17
Sep
2020

Your religion kindly stops at my nose.

categories: personal; word count: 503 words

Another thing about certain religions that I despise is their attempt to force themselves onto unwilling participants. Again, the Catholic and Mormon faiths seem to be two of the worst at this, although my only “experience” has been with Catholicism — I was not raised Mormon, with any of my Mormon relatives, and quickly came to reject the Mormon faith, resulting in many of my extended Mormon relatives no longer associating with me as a result, which hasn’t concerned me any since I wasn’t any closer to them than being friends on social media had allowed anyway. But I do know that those two faiths are particularly bad about trying to force individuals who are not even members of their doctrine into following their faith. For instance:

· the Catholic faith “demands” that children born of a Catholic parent be baptized Catholic
· the Catholic faith “demands” that children born of a Catholic parent be brought up Catholic
· if one member of the marriage is Catholic, the marriage must generally take place in a Catholic church, getting a dispensation from this is difficult, and it must follow their marriage protocol even with one
· if a non-Catholic marries a Catholic, they must be “open to life” and not contracept “for it to be valid”
· if a non-Catholic marries a Catholic, they must be monogamous (“faithful for life”) “for it to be valid”
· if a non-Catholic has been previously married, they must pursue an annulment through the Catholic church
· the Catholic church requires that both parties go through various pre-marriage… consults prior to marriage

To me, this is a lot of control being exercised for someone who might never convert to Catholicism, and I can see why it puts a lot of people off to Catholicism. Prior to the wedding that wasn’t with Bub’s father, I eventually put my foot down and stated that I was not willing to do anything that his church asked of me. I was not willing to convert, I was not willing to consent to my older son’s conversion or our son’s baptism, and I was not willing to do anything that his church asked of me in the way of marriage because I was sick and tired of having anything at all to do with his church. It finally managed to get the point across though…

That was when I began to enforce the requirement that I not be expected to participate in the religious activities of any significant other unless we shared that religion in common coming into the relationship. I wasn’t going to go to church with them, I wasn’t going to partake in any of their rituals, I wasn’t going to attend any functions with them. I didn’t want to hear about them if it was something that we didn’t already share in common, and to be frank, if we didn’t share religion in common and their religion was that important to them, I would wonder why we were even in a relationship given what my religious views are.

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