I Am Spiritual, Not Religious
You were very fortunate if you have good parents. I did not know I was illegitiment until I was close to 40. I then found out I had 2 half brothers and 2 half sisters. When I met them, I even looked a little like them.
When I was a preteen, we lived with my grandmother, and she taught me how to be self relient, which turned out to be a very good thing. My mother married what turned out to be a drunk when I was about 10, and he did not want me around, so I was shipped off to my aunt and uncle. My mother in essence gave me to my aunt and uncle to raise when I was 12, and that relocation was like being around the Bickersons (constant bickering). Fortunately for me I was able to work my way thru college and get away from all that. Nevertheless, I always visited my Grandmother, Mother, my Aunt and my Uncle at every holiday until they all died.
I was diagnosed as bipolar when I was 55 and only now understand why I acted like I did after I was a teen. Seems that Bipolar runs on both sides of my genetic code, but at least I am properly medicated to compensate when needed. I now understand a lot of comments and attitudes made about and to me over the years by my family. But like I told my mother, I am just glad to be here and hold no grudges about my petagree!! Thankfully abortion was not legal back in the '40s or I probably would not be here since my family was very poor and would be highly motivated to avoid one extra mouth to feed.
Ironically, I married a woman who without my knowledge had an abortion prior to our marriage. Then later, my youngest step son's girlfriend got an abortion on advice of his mother (wife #2 who later died from breast cancer). I see how beneficial financially and short term emotionally the abortions were, but I also know what it is like to be here, so I am very conflicted about this whole issue. When confronted with this issue, I tell the person about my history, and tell them that they must live with their decision, but I am greatful to be here. Then I pray!
Notwithstanding all this, I am thankful to God to be alive and able to appreciate the wonderful things that life can give. Looking back, each step turned out to be beneficial to me, and I am at peace with my history.
The cloak worn by good fortune often appears tattered; thus, we should invite the poorest looking circumstance to dine next to us at God's table, and let Him sort out what each of us can and should eat.
When I was a preteen, we lived with my grandmother, and she taught me how to be self relient, which turned out to be a very good thing. My mother married what turned out to be a drunk when I was about 10, and he did not want me around, so I was shipped off to my aunt and uncle. My mother in essence gave me to my aunt and uncle to raise when I was 12, and that relocation was like being around the Bickersons (constant bickering). Fortunately for me I was able to work my way thru college and get away from all that. Nevertheless, I always visited my Grandmother, Mother, my Aunt and my Uncle at every holiday until they all died.
I was diagnosed as bipolar when I was 55 and only now understand why I acted like I did after I was a teen. Seems that Bipolar runs on both sides of my genetic code, but at least I am properly medicated to compensate when needed. I now understand a lot of comments and attitudes made about and to me over the years by my family. But like I told my mother, I am just glad to be here and hold no grudges about my petagree!! Thankfully abortion was not legal back in the '40s or I probably would not be here since my family was very poor and would be highly motivated to avoid one extra mouth to feed.
Ironically, I married a woman who without my knowledge had an abortion prior to our marriage. Then later, my youngest step son's girlfriend got an abortion on advice of his mother (wife #2 who later died from breast cancer). I see how beneficial financially and short term emotionally the abortions were, but I also know what it is like to be here, so I am very conflicted about this whole issue. When confronted with this issue, I tell the person about my history, and tell them that they must live with their decision, but I am greatful to be here. Then I pray!
Notwithstanding all this, I am thankful to God to be alive and able to appreciate the wonderful things that life can give. Looking back, each step turned out to be beneficial to me, and I am at peace with my history.
The cloak worn by good fortune often appears tattered; thus, we should invite the poorest looking circumstance to dine next to us at God's table, and let Him sort out what each of us can and should eat.
By:
trew123
Age:
61-65
,
Male
