tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post9155413472697440824..comments2023-05-28T04:04:25.008-06:00Comments on When I Was a Boy: All Teeth and Toenails (Warning: Long and Ranty)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00469586369675197872noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post-51003088093935508732007-08-15T14:31:00.000-06:002007-08-15T14:31:00.000-06:00Thank you, Little Mary, thank you so much...Thank you, Little Mary, thank you so much...Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00469586369675197872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post-67675538175211280042007-08-15T14:04:00.000-06:002007-08-15T14:04:00.000-06:00well this is just crappy. sounds SO frustrating. p...well this is just crappy. sounds SO frustrating. prayers, prayers, prayers your way.LittleMaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06178617028863825445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post-78055068920511753852007-08-14T13:14:00.000-06:002007-08-14T13:14:00.000-06:00'Enabling' -- that's exactly the word I haven't ha...'Enabling' -- that's exactly the word I haven't had the guts to say to Tim. I'm glad other people are seeing it, too, but then again, you're only seeing it through my eyes...<BR/><BR/>I don't know. I've sort of got to the point of 'hang on until something happens'. And praying, though there's a whole lot more 'God, help' than 'God, thank you'.<BR/><BR/>And thank you both.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00469586369675197872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post-38821104816312631472007-08-11T20:11:00.000-06:002007-08-11T20:11:00.000-06:00Oh this was painful to read... SO painful... I wan...Oh this was painful to read... SO painful... I wanted to hug you and Tim, and (unfairly) wanted to slap the crap out of Ray... I just left a marriage where this was the name of the game, only I was Tim and my ex was Ray and you and my son Brian would have been in much the same emotional boat. I tried for years to "fix this". I begged I pleaded I bitched I whined I moaned... I did it all myself, enabling all the way, and of course it never got better--and I feel like a failure. :-(<BR/><BR/>My immediate instinct is to pray and pontificate--but I won't burden you with the pontificating. {{{hugs}}} Instead I'll give you my prayers and hope they help... and if you ever need to rant, you know how to reach me.<BR/><BR/>Much love,<BR/>SharonRev. Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13816240142163349294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141348278186427287.post-11221069054748274502007-08-10T08:01:00.000-06:002007-08-10T08:01:00.000-06:00"Enabling" was the word that kept coming to mind f..."Enabling" was the word that kept coming to mind for me, and then I read this "I can only conclude that Ray isn't good for Tim, not a true partner; and that Tim's taking care of Ray is not giving Ray the impetus he needs to grow up an start taking care of himself. " Which makes me think you see it, too.<BR/><BR/>It's a hard spot to be in. Hand-holding and cups of tea to you, Kate.Dihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501047587752329779noreply@blogger.com