I use to watch Grey's Anatomy, but I can't watch it anymore either. Too much relationship turmoil.
Maybe there is a reason I like the old black and white 40s movies so much. Now there is a thought.
The other thing I am dealing with right now is my son. He wants me to come to the upper northwest to visit him before he leaves for Iraq in five weeks. Part of me wants to go, but part of me wants to run in the other direction. Sometimes I just wish he would go away and never return into my life. I just can't seem to get excited about visiting him (33 yrs in April), but I know it is the right thing for me to do...he has come so far emotionally. While I know I don't need to fear him like I once did, he still scares me. Having said that, I am his only safe harbor on plant earth. Some days I resent that, some days I am okay with it.
Dr.Jim started to plan "hangman" with me one day. I knew the word before he ever finished drawing the guy and the letter-lines. FORGIVE If I forgive my son...then I have to forgive the jerk (being nice here) who is buried in a cemetary 1,000 miles away from me...then I have to forgive myself. I feel so responsible for the person my son was, and try to take on the good responsibility feelings for who he is now...but to do the latter I have to forgive myself.
Ugh