tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215770.post1586418252503497322..comments2023-09-11T19:56:03.229-07:00Comments on Think Or Be Eaten: LossAnghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385030071978985956noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215770.post-66538944997498366302008-03-17T13:35:00.000-07:002008-03-17T13:35:00.000-07:00Thank you, ang for your heartfelt post. I am so so...Thank you, ang for your heartfelt post. I am so sorry for your loss, and hope that you find the strength to healAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215770.post-31462619619961215532008-03-14T04:40:00.000-07:002008-03-14T04:40:00.000-07:00Ang. Don't despair. Families are strange. I spent ...Ang. Don't despair. Families are strange. I spent the first part of my life putting up with my family and being a complete ego-centric, selfish, rude, arrogant person to the point my parents asked me to leave the family home. I duly left the next day (even though they gave me 2 weeks to get myself sorted) and spent the next 2 years going wild, with no-one to care for but myself. By throwing me out, my dad did me the biggest favour he could. What did I learn? That friendships are meaningful (all my friends up to this point had done nothing but turn me against my own family), that 'survival' wasn't as easy, and most importantly, that I can't exclude my family from my life. I had no idea how much my dad was hurting about me being away for 2 years with no contact (i did phone my mum and lied to her frequently about things being OK) so when I was at breaking point and made a last chance grab for my family, they welcomed me with open arms and started from scratch. It was the most amazing thing ever to hear my dad say , "OK? Shall we forget about the last 2yrs and start again?" I broke down and cried, hugged and loved my dad properly for the first time.<BR/>Between then and the time of his early death I built a new relationship with all my family but never forgot how we all collectively grew more accepting of eachother. I guess thats my advice, sometimes you have t be tough, even with the people you love, for your own, and their own sanity. I have few regrets other than spending a whole 2 years wasting my life away.<BR/>I have my own son now, who is remarkably like me in some ways. I hope he doesn't cause me and his mum as much grief as I did mine, but it's something I'm prepared to accept upfront.<BR/>Hope you're on the way up, and not on the way down as you read this.<BR/>Take care, Edo.Edohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04382069174934294077noreply@blogger.com