I will be okay while you are gone. :) You will be back before P leaves, too. Plus, Linda has made it very clear I can call her any time I want. I didn't say that because I wanted you to feel bad for leaving. But I do appreciate I can still write to you. It doesn't matter, even, if you respond when you get back. I hope you have fun in the mountains! I don't know where you are going, but from being in Ohio, I can tell you, the mountains there are so much different than they are here. Some of the mountains here are green and full of pine trees, but, for instance, the side of the Sandias on which Albuquerque sits (those are the mountains off our street, part of the rockies) are all dry and desert-like. I like going to Colorado and stuff, where it's more green. I would like to have spent more time in the mountains of Ohio and WV - they are very green and very cool. I miss the green. Everything is so dry here. There are beautiful things here, don't get me wrong, but the colors in the east and midwest can be so pretty. And I hope it is relaxing!
I'm sure your husband is bringing a mobile broadband card or mobile hotspot. You can also tether a laptop to an android phone. However, none of those options work unless there is cell service. Maybe you should just shut off your phones and computer and enjoy life?
When I asked you if you thought my not telling my mom was odd - I didn't mean for my situation. It seemed completely reasonable to me. I remember my sister was actually excited about starting hers and told everyone. But she didn't get teased about that kind of stuff. I did. But I mean, odd compared to a normal situation. I meant that I see it (I'm not sure why that is what sticks out to me) as an indication that things were not right there.
I will take your advice about Linda and the time. I have told her how I feel, and so I will tell her once more and leave it up to her. Last night was the first night I was glad she had me stay though. And I really was.
I am surprised at how strong my feelings about the teasing and stuff are. It still embarrasses me. And it makes me wonder why I got the brunt of it. Nobody teased my sister about her body or boyfriends or anything like that. My brother was teased, but in different ways. And I guess my sister, too, in different ways. But not as bad. I was thinking about the fact that everyone used to tease me about being fat. The thing is - I wasn't fat at all. How could I be? I played basketball and ran all the time. I was probably thinner than my sister, and not overweight by probably anyone's standards. So why did they act like I was? I was convinced that I was .... but if I look at pictures, I wasn't at all. I think it was just more fun to tease me and mess with me because I would react. And there was no down side to it for my siblings - they never got in trouble for it. I got in trouble for reacting. And they were doing it, I'm sure, because my dad did it all the time. My mom wasn't a big teaser. But she didn't help. She would punish me for reacting, and in her mind, it was my own fault, because if I didn't react, they would lose interest and stop doing it. That is true. But I didn't believe her, really, considering that she was the one who thought I was lying about my sister physically hurting me and stuff. I think I was naturally just more modest and stuff than my sister, and I was more of a tom boy. I feel now like they used my discomfort for fun, and in the process, made it much, much worse.
I will let you know if I start another stained glass. I really think I will do that. As I said, I need one for my bathroom skylight. The plexiglass covering came off when we were getting the roof redone, and I didn't replace it because I was planning to do a stained glass window for it. But I haven't and so it is just an open rectangular shaft from the ceiling all the way up to the actual skylight - and it was not painted very well in there! I can see up there whenever I am in the bath tub, and it is really bugging me. I am going to try to attach a picture of one P and I did for my parents, that I happened to have on my phone (I think it just pasted onto the bottom of this message - let me know if you get it) . It is a very methodical process, which is right up my alley. Otherwise, I don't do much art-wise. I am just not gifted in that way. P is. Her whole family is so talented in art and music. In fact, one of her brothers, before he died a few years ago, taught me how to do stained glass. If you were here, I would make one for you.
About the dependency thing ---- I don't mind if others are dependent on me , but I don't feel comfortable being so dependent on others. And I appreciate that you and Linda may like talking to me, and that makes me feel good. But that's not dependence. Especially for you - you can go on and help someone else. Linda, I think, misses talking to me when we have lapses, and will miss me when I'm done with therapy, but that's not dependence, either. P does depend on me, as does C to some point. Jamie does, I know, and I think a lot of my other friends. But it's usually not the other way around - and definitely not to this extent. I mean, I really need help. I can't do this myself. It's tough to admit, but it is true. It makes me feel needy and weak, but it is what it is, and I recognize I need you guys. And you know what? I need LP too, in different ways. And I can admit that. It helps to know he needs me too (which I've known, but he is just realizing). And you're right - my parents have each other. My brother and sister have their families. For some reason, though, I've taken on the role of the one who acts like I don't need anyone, which is false.
Jamie offered yesterday to have a baby for me. I said, "I never said that I couldn't have children. That's not the issue." She said she knew, but considering the fact that when I had knee surgery, my main concern was whether I could keep my underwear on during the procedure, she felt like I wouldn't want to go through labor or all of the prior examinations. She is correct. She was dead serious, and I thought that was nice, considering she had a very miserable pregnancy with her daughter. But it is way too convoluted. I did have a thought this morning, though - one of my best friends growing up (his brother and I were closer - he was one of my 2 best friends from before kindergarten until college, but we all played together when we were little and hung out when we were older) - he is gay and lives in San Francisco. I saw him last year on a trip there. He is the sweetest guy and good looking and very tall and dark and super smart. I bet he would have no problem giving me some of his sperm. And his parents would be thrilled for me to have a baby related to them (they wanted me to marry the oldest, but twas not to be). I wonder .....
It just got me thinking.
Well, I have a telephone conference in a few minutes, so I better look things over ......
Thank you for being here, Kate. :)