• Monday, January 22, 2007

    What do you know: not so great today, either.

    My only consolation these days is that someday in the future I'll look back and say "That was terrible, but hey look! I got through it." Frankly, not much of a comfort.

    I really wish someone would show up. All these friends who ask how I am or how they can help are certainly nice. But I want the Grand Gesture. I want someone who, when I tell him or her how badly I am doing, will fucking get in the car and come to my goddamm house immediately with maybe eleven bottles of wine. Or bourbon. But no one does. They all hang back and wait to be told what to do.

    Besides, it kind of a mom or dad thing to swoop in unbidden, and I have neither of those, really. No siblings, either.

    Fuck, it's bleak and lonely today.

    9 Comments:

    At 7:27 PM, Blogger What the Chuck said...

    Hi Tulip,

    Get thee to a sun-lamp! THose New England winters are tough!

    XOXO

    CHuck

     
    At 7:28 PM, Blogger What the Chuck said...

    BTW,

    I usually send flowers (virtual) to all my women-blogger-friends-hos,

    But no e-mail address.

    Oh well...

    Chuck

     
    At 11:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Sorry things are so bleak right now, How about you going out? Maybe meet some of your friends on more neutral ground. They may just not know what to say or feel strange coming over where HE is also.
    Think of summer...

     
    At 9:01 AM, Blogger DZER said...

    well, if I had driving directions ... oh, and lived somewhere in North America ... ;)

     
    At 9:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    This is precisely one of those things I was always bad at. Too often I used to hold back to wait for some sign that the friend (not always a woman) wanted some help. More recently I've come to understand that sometimes it's the job of a friend to speak first, and take the initiative to let the friend who's suffering know that they aren't alone. You aren't alone, although it seems like your world had receded. Your friends may just be like I was. You don't need to tell them what to do, maybe you just need to let them know that they won't be intruding if they get involved. Forr some that will mean talking about your divorce or the boy or work, for others it will mean just being around. Like me.

    strange1@myway.com

     
    At 9:35 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    All I need are directions. I'll swing by MY parents on the way over, and swipe some of their bourbon. You have the club soda?

    XO

     
    At 11:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Just discovered your blog this morning from work. My bad. For better or worse I think we are in the same geographic area. I have to confess I share many of your dissatisfactions in my own marriage and would welcome some companionship - whether FWB or FWOB. Just someone who I could commiserate with. If you're interested I can give you additional contact information. I think we could do each other a world of good - or at the very least I could treat you to a coffee (or tea or drinks). Post a reply if you're interested in further contact and I'll let you know how to get in touch with me.

    Josh

     
    At 12:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I have airline miles! I just need directions.

    /stalker

    Sorry you're feeling so shitty, babe. At least the pain lets you know you're alive (yeah, I know, I know trust me)

    *sigh*

     
    At 12:32 AM, Blogger Shay said...

    Hey, you know what, I happen to have a comfy couch and a bottle in wine in the fridge - why don't you come over and we'll watch a movie or something. ^_^

    Well, maybe I'm a little far away - but it's a nice thought, right?

     

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