Here is the post from the blog share participant.  Here is the list of all the blog's participating again:
The Time for Change
Bright Yellow World
Reflections in the Snow-Covered Hills
Totally Serial
Daily Tannenbaum
Andrea Unplugged
Malfeasance
From Kim's Desk
Rediscovering Me
Mama Bub
Being Five
Nothing Is Easier Than Self-Deceit
Molly's Musings
Heidikins
Snarke
Did I Say That Outloud?
The Reluctant Grownup
And You Know What Else
Bwildered
Thinking Some More

Enjoy the post!

I am participating in Blog Share once again hosted by   And You Know What Else !  Just a reminder of how it works. . .

There are a bunch of participants and we all write a post and it is sent to anonymously to someone else's blog.  So tomorrow morning there will be a blog post here that is written by someone other than myself.  Please be kind to them.  Here is the list of participants:
The Time for Change
Bright Yellow World
Reflections in the Snow-Covered Hills
Totally Serial
Daily Tannenbaum
Andrea Unplugged
Malfeasance
From Kim's Desk
Rediscovering Me
Mama Bub
Being Five
Nothing Is Easier Than Self-Deceit
Molly's Musings
Heidikins
Snarke
Did I Say That Outloud?
The Reluctant Grownup
And You Know What Else
Bwildered
Thinking Some More


Look for the post tomorrow!!

Here's the blog post written by one of the Blog Share participants.  And here is the list of all the participants again!  Enjoy! 

Not the Daddy
O is for Olson
Red Red Whine
Rediscovering Me
Reflections in the Snow-covered Hills
The Reluctant Grownup
Sauntering Soul
Serendipity Now
Snarke
So, This Is a Treadmill
Thinking Some More
Time for Change
Together They Come
Wondering and Pondering
And You Know What Else
Andrea Unplugged
Arctic-ulate
Bright Yellow World
Bwildered
Catheroominations
Did I Say That Outloud?
Dispatches from the Failed Mommy Club
Full of Snark
Heidikins
Hot Chicks Dig Smart Men
Just Below 63
The Little Goat

I hate my boyfriend's family. They are very selfish, uneducated, and generally ignorant people. I'm so sick of having to pretend to like a group of people that do nothing for him except criticize, complain, and mooch.


I dread when the phone rings and it's them. I know that the only reason that they are calling is because they want something from us. While I have a real relationship with my family and they have accepted my boyfriend into our family with open arms, it's the opposite with these people. In order to be accepted by them, I feel that I am buying my way in. And it's not somewhere that I want to be.

But, how do you tell the person that you're in love with that the people that he spent his formative years with are not people that I would choose to be my family?

Truth be told about the whole situation, it makes me feel like a fake. I smile through gritted teeth when they tell him how happy they are that we've found each other. While in my mind, I'm thinking they're more glad that we're now in a position to ask for money if they need it. I have never felt like I need to buy a relationship with people. With his family, I know that if we turn their requests for money down, we look like the bad guys because we have the resources. But it drives me crazy that we earn our way through life and have had to give up many things to get into the position that we are now, while they sit at home and hope for the best. When 'the best' doesn't materialize, our phone rings.

I'll never understand how such a kind, generous, well-adjusted man could come from such a selfish group of people.

I am participating in Blog Share once again hosted by And You Know What Else!  Just a reminder of how it works. . .

There are a bunch of participants and we all write a post and it is sent to anonymously to someone else's blog.  So tomorrow morning there will be a blog post here that is written by someone other than myself.  Please be kind to them.  Here is the list of participants:

Not the Daddy
O is for Olson
Red Red Whine
Rediscovering Me
Reflections in the Snow-covered Hills
The Reluctant Grownup
Sauntering Soul
Serendipity Now
Snarke
So, This Is a Treadmill
Thinking Some More
Time for Change
Together They Come
Wondering and Pondering
And You Know What Else
Andrea Unplugged
Arctic-ulate
Bright Yellow World
Bwildered
Catheroominations
Did I Say That Outloud?
Dispatches from the Failed Mommy Club
Full of Snark
Heidikins
Hot Chicks Dig Smart Men
Just Below 63
The Little Goat

I am participating in a Blog Share. Basically what this means is that you sign up and write a post that is anonymously posted on another's blog. It's a way to say some things you need to, get some things off your chest and do it all in a forum that you won't be recognized. I think it is kind of cool thing. So here is the following post written by one of the Blog Share participants. Please be as kind to this person as you are to me.


Title: They say "suicide is painless."

I'm thinking about killing myself.

Now, calm down, before you start trying to figure out how to call the suicide hotline on behalf of an anonymous blogger...I'm not suicidal.

I've just been thinking a lot lately, and here's the thing: I have a living will. Copies have been placed in the hands of trusted family/friends, all of whom nodded in understanding and said something along the lines of "I completely understand." Sometimes adding, "I have one, too." I don't want to spend the end of my life with a devastated body hooked up to tubes and wires, if there's no hope of recovery, particularly if my brain is essentially gone or going fast. People "get" this, I find.

But I also don't want to spend the end of my life alone and lonely, or desperate and homeless, if it comes to that. (This economy, it scares me.) I don't. If I somehow outlive my family and friends, not to mention my financial resources...well, that seems as untenable to me as being hooked up to machines. The thought of living out my days in the kind of nursing home available to people of limited means...without the advantage of family close by to check in on me regularly...it's appalling.

I don't want to end up like that. And it occurred to me recently that--I don't HAVE to. If I find myself someday facing a situation that would be devastating to my soul...why can't I take whatever steps necessary to prevent that? To me, it seems like another kind of living will. I'd rather go on to whatever comes next--and I do believe in life after death. Am I worried about eternal damnation, and all that? Well...I believe that God is benevolent and he/she/it will understand. I can't wrap my head around the idea that God would punish me for deciding that I'm ready to take another step on the journey, if this one has become an intolerably painful slog through emotional mud.

Don't get me wrong...I fervently hope that I live a long, rich life, surrounded by loved ones until the very end, when I die peacefully in my sleep at a ripe old age. But if circumstances dictate a different story--why not seize control of my own destiny? Make quality of life at least as important as quantity of life? Make a Backup Plan, if you will.

I thought this seemed very practical. I shared the Plan with my best friend. The reaction was, let's say, a bit different than the reaction to the living will. So I'm not telling anybody else. Well...only you. And you can keep a secret, right? Ssshhhhh.....

Just in case you want to read others, here is the list of Blog Share Participants. You can also find the list and information on our hostess' blog And You Know What Else.


And You Know What Else
Andrea Unplugged
Blue Soup
Bright Yellow World
Bwildered
Caity of the Keps
Catheroominations
Citystreams
Daily Tannenbaum
Did I Say That Outloud?
Dispatches From The Failed Mommy Club
Face Down
For The Long Run
Full Of Snark
Heidikins
In Java, Literally
Just Below 63
LizLand
Malfeasance
A New Duck
NonSoccer Mom
The North Is My Snowcone
Not The Daddy
Operation Pink Herring
Pants, Pants, Pants
Red Red Whine
Sassy Buster
Sauntering Soul
Shushing Action
Snarke Snow-Covered Hills
Swimming With Sharks
Thinking Some More
Trueish Story
Way Way Up
Whiskey Marie