lwdakshy

Hello,
So who would have thought that dealing with fathers day would be harder then
dealing with mothers day, at least for me. At least on mothers day, I self
medicated myself right before the festivities started. And it wasn't so bad,
no young kids around, at least none that I had noticed. But sunday was a
different story. I was tormented by feelings of guilt and sadness. To make
matters worse, I didn't have the luxory of a child free afternoon. And then
there was this issue with my father. We were at the beach, were my uncle
lives. The minute we pulled up, we were sent on a beer run. So me, my
husband, and my father head into town towards the grocery store. Of course we
didn't go there right away, but stopped at a bar. I offered to buy my dad a
drink, being fathers day and all, and he offered to buy me a drink, being that
monday was my birthday. So after two rounds, we were argueing about who was
picking up the thrid and final round My dad looks at my husband and says,
"you're not a father, and it's not your birthday so you buy." I almost
swallowed my tongue. I know he didn't mean anything by it, and I wonder now
how much he had to drink before we got there because he is not the kind of man
who would just come out and say something like that knowing what he does know
about our problems. Luckily, DH is not quite as sensitive as I am, and I
looked at him for a reaction, but he didn't seem bothered by this. But I was.
So we go back to my uncles and don't you know my cousin had showed up while we
were gone and he has two little kids. With three drinks in me, I thought I'd
be numb enough to handle it. But I wasn't. Everyone was oohhing and ahing,
and the proud parents were grinning and bragging, and I'm grinding my teath and
finding it very hard to sit still. I'm pacing the yard, cracking open a beer,
and wishing for the first time in a long time that I had a pack of my much
missed nicotene. Luckily for me, two of my aunts decided to go into town for a
few more rounds and invited us along. I nearly ran back up to the bar. Self
medicated or not, it was still a rotten day, and I swere I'm not an acholic, at
least not yet.
Les

dryad

Yeah, Father's Day hit me me this year as well. Mother's Day never
bothers me, it's for my husband that I feel so guilty.

Dryad