We just had this talk with Wendy. She doesn't seem to understand what it is that defines her "life." She has a house, car and a job and that seems to be good enough for her.
I was trying to explain to her that going to work and then coming to our house and watching t.v may not be all there is to "life." She doesn't seem to understand that going to another room of our house to watch t.v is not ok and that maybe she should go to her house and watch t.v if she doesn't want to engage with the family.
I think about all of the things that make up who we are.
Wendy is work, sleep and eat. No hobbies, no community involvement, no social involvement, nothing, zippo, squat.
Is that my fault?
Did I do something as a mother to damage her "self" issues?
She completely relies on me to still fulfill her feelings of home and comfort
How do I help her fill those needs herself?
Anywho, now she's really pissed off at me and pouted out the door to "her" house and huffed to me that she would join a gym or "something."
GK just got back from town.
Kelly is coming tomorrow.
Wyatt is home today with a bad back after a teeter-totter incedent at school yesterday.
Mike is on his way to work.
I wish I could go to Vegas and get drunk.
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