tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post4380740982530978742..comments2024-01-30T21:45:11.254+11:00Comments on Jabberwocky: Love Our WayArielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-28943373578155486132008-06-19T11:38:00.000+10:002008-06-19T11:38:00.000+10:00I had a step child for a while. He was eleven when...I had a step child for a while. He was eleven when his father an I moved in together. My mother had always told me that your first child is an experiment. I rang her one particularly rough night, complaining that I was missing the first eleven years of my experiment. I hadn't grown with him, learned with him and my authority was always over ruled in a home I jointly owned with my fiance. I went out with another guy later who had a four year old. I will never go out with a man who has children under the age of eighteen again.Watersheddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05806629331225277927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-11427182951784779062008-06-19T11:37:00.000+10:002008-06-19T11:37:00.000+10:00This comment has been removed by the author.Watersheddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05806629331225277927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-41151543503366799022008-06-12T15:59:00.000+10:002008-06-12T15:59:00.000+10:00Damn, I reaslly should have made it a 'thinly veil...Damn, I reaslly should have made it a 'thinly veiled blah blah' story, perhaps.<BR/><BR/>Kirsty, I may well have sworn at the bus people too. Actually, I did swear at a bus driver once, but that's a whole other story. I feel like ringing Frank bloody Woodley you know, and saying DO YOU EVER GET ON THE BUS YOURSELF? No. Then stop telling us to do it! Grrr. (Or maybe you have to be Victorian to get that reerence, and those ads ...)<BR/><BR/>Eleanor, you gave me a good laugh there. Yes, I'd imagine I would need more than a blog venting in a Big Love situation. You're missing out if you've never seen Love My Way. It's just absolutely brilliant.<BR/><BR/>And I should add that I do understand that it's not easy for The Stepmother. You can't make yourself feel something you don't, and it must all be hard for her too. And she's not an ogre, not horrible to F, just doesn't step outside what she needs to do very often and enjoy him - doesn't, it seems, enjoy him. And that must be very sad for all involved in that side of the family. F is a strong little fellow, with lots of people who love him just as he is. Plenty worse could happen to him than have a stepmother who finds it hard to like him. (There you go, that's Logical Me.)Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-63367904498425384312008-06-12T15:21:00.000+10:002008-06-12T15:21:00.000+10:00Aren't all first novels 'thinly veiled autobiograp...Aren't all first novels 'thinly veiled autobiographical' novels?<BR/><BR/>And I'll be repetitive too: WRITE!!!!!!!<BR/><BR/>This (she repeats, again) was like reading a good book. Just fantastic. I really can't say enough good things Ariel. You're just great.<BR/><BR/>And I feel for you too with this situation. She seems pretty selfish. I mean, if her husband agrees!! But you've made a good effort, and so has F. At least everyone sees her for what she is so you don't feel extra tension by having to point it out (and just make yourself look bad in the process)!<BR/><BR/>I haven't watched Love My Way. But I do watch Big Love... but really, that kind of situation would need more than some blog-venting I would think. Probably not the same thing... ;)eleanor bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11642298362764360355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-10864821621331331502008-06-11T17:37:00.000+10:002008-06-11T17:37:00.000+10:00Ahh, I swore at someone answering calls for the bu...Ahh, I swore at someone answering calls for the buses. It's not something I'm proud of either, but it was provoked by the feeling of banging my head against a brick wall, feeling like I'm speaking a foreign language, the complete disinterest in my plight communicated by the operator I spoke to, as well as the one who called me back and read a standard response to me, to say nothing of all the running around in shoes that were hurting my feet looking for my bus stop that had been relocated without any information left at the old stop which prompted my call in the first place.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I think your son and you must be remarkable to actively include the stepmother in your outings in view of her excluding behaviour towards you both.Kirstyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14035268080440921379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-8382885740514925802008-06-10T10:46:00.000+10:002008-06-10T10:46:00.000+10:00Before I got to the comments, I was thinking that ...Before I got to the comments, I was thinking that this read like a short story.Elsewhere007https://www.blogger.com/profile/11123268008264450222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-65004192958180942762008-06-10T03:47:00.000+10:002008-06-10T03:47:00.000+10:00I'm with Penni1) Love your blog2) write a novel3) ...I'm with Penni<BR/>1) Love your blog<BR/>2) write a novel<BR/>3) agree how bloody brilliantly written this piece is about your own life, the tensions with the step-mother, the heartbreak of her not seeing F as her son but as 'someone who comes to stay.'<BR/><BR/>I feel so priveleged to be able to read your observations, back-histories and heart rending descriptions of your life. Start writing that novel now. Use us as your unpaid editors if you like!Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-32306716171795470982008-06-09T19:33:00.000+10:002008-06-09T19:33:00.000+10:00Ah, Penni ... it's the kind of repetition I can st...Ah, Penni ... it's the kind of repetition I can stand :) I'm too busy blogging, though! And I can see the reviews. It would have to be a 'thinly veiled autobiographical first novel'. But, you know, the idea is growing on me.<BR/><BR/>Yes, I hate it. And I don't understand. How could you not adore him?! But I do feel very very grateful that my partner adores him almost as much as I do.Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-57944550048117186112008-06-09T19:13:00.000+10:002008-06-09T19:13:00.000+10:00at the risk of sounding repetitive:1. love your bl...at the risk of sounding repetitive:<BR/><BR/>1. love your blog<BR/><BR/>2. write a novel<BR/><BR/>How hard it must be to share the care of your son with someone who doesn't adore him. You broke my heart with the piercing honesty of this.Penni Russonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956453252195293843noreply@blogger.com