tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post52158979481724303..comments2023-10-30T06:56:25.714-05:00Comments on My Big Fat Super Super Obese Blog (soon to be: My Getting Skinny Super Super Teeny Weeny Blog: My Big Fat Super Super Obese Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772497057912033696noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-26230494886682270182009-07-08T21:21:42.487-05:002009-07-08T21:21:42.487-05:00Cmoursler…thank you so much for all your words. H...Cmoursler…thank you so much for all your words. Here I am talking about how I want to slap people belly aching about their wonderful lives and here I am going on about what all my great childhood memories when yours was so lacking. I think I needed a little reality check of my own. Thank you so much for sharing your story, it did mean a lot to me. Hopefully some day I’ll find my way back to God.<br /><br />Tops lady…thank you always for your support. Sometimes just knowing that someone took the time to read what I wrote helps. You were absolutely right. I felt like a new woman (almost) the next day.<br /><br />Donia…I will most definitely follow you over on facebook. You and I have so much in common, I do wish we lived closer. Maybe we could keep each other moving!! If any of my bloggy friends want to add me there, you can find me by searching for Michelle Vandever. I will tell you though that I am not as “real” there as I am here…meaning I still put on the mask now and then.<br /><br />Val…hugs right back at you. Thank you for the encouragement.<br /><br />And the last girl I refuse to refer to by her blog title because its just flat wrong (I saw the pic on your blog…you and your little one are cuties ;) I think a lot of us come from similar stories. We don’t get this way because our lives are wonderful! Add me on fb if you are there My Big Fat Super Super Obese Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17772497057912033696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-64688034734935490172009-07-07T08:57:20.783-05:002009-07-07T08:57:20.783-05:00This particular post has me absolutely in silent t...This particular post has me absolutely in silent tears and screaming to reach out and hug you. It seems we have a couple similarities in our past, and my heart just aches for your losses and grief. If you ever need someone to talk to please please e-mail me. I'm also always open to using the phone too...sometimes it's a wonderfully theraputic tool.~ugly girl with a beautiful heart~https://www.blogger.com/profile/15440157321089219158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-49064916459301897972009-07-06T22:12:14.691-05:002009-07-06T22:12:14.691-05:00Your stories of your grandfather made me smile. Wh...Your stories of your grandfather made me smile. What precious memories to have :)<br /><br />You have so many stresses in your life...so much going on :( But please don't give up on God or yourself. Keep searching, keep believing, and keep writing about it :) We're here for you (((hugs)))Valerie Robersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16400026383513835586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-14062659379597058542009-07-06T10:22:41.373-05:002009-07-06T10:22:41.373-05:00I know that you said that reading your blog was go...I know that you said that reading your blog was going to depress me more, but really, it has helped me. I know that I'm not the only one who has struggled through so much of her life. I have been doing some blogging on Facebook and I would be honored if you would read them. They're under my notes and I'll send you a link if you'd like. I'm not a very religious person but they say that you don't get more than you can handle and maybe that's true. We just have to keep trying to push through it all and do better for ourselves as well as our sons. I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to.Donianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-32032221349230945192009-07-05T22:24:53.079-05:002009-07-05T22:24:53.079-05:00I don't have any kind of advice and I really d...I don't have any kind of advice and I really don't know what to say other than: Blogging like you blogged today seems like it would be good therapy. I've always heard that getting it off of your chest is a good thing. I wish you the best of success!that TOPS ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08550479679200670967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-11458282405700941032009-07-05T15:10:45.751-05:002009-07-05T15:10:45.751-05:00oh, and because I kept going...My life now is much...oh, and because I kept going...My life now is much better, perfect...no. But I do have two beautiful daughters. while my husband and I still have some issues to deal with, *see my july 4th post, we get along 90 percent of the time. I love my life now. But it has been a long climb. Just thought I would add that.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13708815560712267698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1494170969705291752.post-67959949840671534112009-07-05T15:03:04.397-05:002009-07-05T15:03:04.397-05:00Hi,
I loved your post. Your grandparents and your...Hi,<br />I loved your post. Your grandparents and your mom sound fantastic. I tell you, I never had a tether other than God. I really had no father, my mom never married my father. Although she did marry four times. Men were always in and out but it wasn't dating, my mom was a marrier. On the flip side, she was also a hard worker. She did much as your mother did, working very hard and growing our food out back. She made our clothes. But, I had no real extended family to help. I started going to church at the age of five. I found out that God was my father. When I found this out, <br />it didn't stop the physical and mental abuse from my mom's second husband, but it did teach me that, irregardless of whatever names someone called me, (dummy was his nickname for me) that I was a child of the most high God...I was not a 'mistake' or a 'bastard'. I was planned before the foundations of the earth and every hair on my head is numbered. There are no illegitimate kids, just illegitimate parents. I realized in my early years that I AM THE TUGBOAT. God gave me the life he gave me because he saw in me the ability to handle it. Abusive Childhood, check. Absent mother, check. Raising my brothers, check. Buying my schoolclothes in highschool by babysitting, check. Joining the army because it was the only way out of that podunk town, check. Dealing with an alcoholic husband (now three years sober) check. Dealing with a husband who did four tours in Iraq while homeschooling my daughters, dealing with a miscarriage, finding out my brother was dying of AIDS, check. Having a husband who was a green beret and was gone half our marriage and WE STILL MADE IT, even though 70% of our compatriots didn't. CHECK. <br />You are the tugboat, You are your son's tether. You have it in you to be your grandad, your mother, your grandma, to the world around you. Is it fair that you have to be the tugboat, NO. Is life fair? NEVER. It makes you a stronger, more compassionate person, though. God has given you a gift greater than many others. He has given you the chance to find out for yourself what you are made of. I believe you can be that safe harbour because of the stuff you have already come through. I wish you could look at your post through these eyes. The eyes that say, I came through that and am still standing. It didn't knock me down, AND NOTHING WILL. My grandparents and my mom are looking down at me and are proud because I am standing up for everything they taught me and put in me. You may have given up on God, but he hasn't given up on you. <br />Good on you for writing some of this down and getting it out.<br />Hugs,<br />Chris<br />p.s. I hate sewing, I sewed my fingers together once. I crochet now.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13708815560712267698noreply@blogger.com