Showing posts with label #Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Family. Show all posts

Sunday, February 25, 2024

Quite a few things that make me happy/thankful for......

     The day my nephew was born was a day that made me happy, I remember the day my mom said to me my sister was pregnant, that day I had worked a 16-hour shift. I remember I called my mom crying and complaining about it. My mom trying to change the conversation said to me that my sister called her that she was pregnant. That day it dropped like a bomb to me, I was stressed and overwhelmed about the long workday, that when my mom mentioned to me my sister was pregnant and that I was going to be an aunt. It made me so happy! I cried, not so sure why I did, I wasn't even the one pregnant, but just the fact that I was going to be an aunt made me grateful and happy. It was at the time I was working at the casino across my mom's work. So of course, my mom waited for me and gave me a ride to my house. I am very grateful for my nephew very much so. Then there is the day when my nephew was born, he was so tiny! At the time it did not seem real at all, my sister being a mom, my mom becoming a grandma and me becoming an aunt. It at all felt surreal, like I was living in a dream somehow. It just became one of the happy days of my life. A tiny human into our small family. I honestly never thought I would become an aunt, my mom becoming a grandma and my sister becoming a mom, something that was not in her books, but sure as hell things happen for a reason, right?! And you got that right that it made me very happy that day. Welcoming my sister's tiny human into the world. 

    I am thankful as well that I am finally seeking the mental help that I desperately needed. I am as well grateful for the therapist I got. He is one of the greatest people in my eyes. He has helped me in many ways, listens to my shit, shenanigans and everything else in between without judgment. What I liked most about him is that he actually had a pen and paper writing his notes about what I talked about and everything that a therapist should do. The reason I am saying this is because any other therapists that I have tried, they always are either pretending to listen, preoccupied on their computer screen or anything else other than looking at me and actually paying attention and writing notes with a pen and paper. In my mind that is what a therapist should do, pay attention to the client., listen nonjudgmentally while writing their notes. I finally feel comfortable with this one therapist that I have I can talk about some dumb thing that is worrying me and help me with whatever dumb thing that is stressing me out as stupid as it may sound. Because you know therapists are like friends that you are shopping for and paying for them to listen to your problems and help you navigate through it all and how to deal with such and such situation. I am very grateful and thankful for my therapist. I like that he helps me through my past traumas, and such, though I know is what a therapist is for to help.

    Also, I am thankful for my family, even though we are not as close as most families I am grateful that they are there when I need them. My mom the woman that raised me even though she's been though with me up until this day. I am still grateful for her even though I do not let her know often as I should, I am thankful that she is my mother. I could not ask for a better mom than her. She was and still is a single parent. I am happy that I can come to her for almost anything, she'll help me with whatever I may be having problems with, or though situations and such, I know she'll be there and help me though it as much as she can. She was and still is to this day mother and father both at the same time. I don't know how she did it to raise me and my younger sister all by herself. Low key she is my hero, she was and still is my Wonder Woman, and because of her my hero is Wonder Woman as crazy as it sounds because believe it or not her favorite hero of all time was wonder woman, she used to watch the show. 



    Las but not least I am grateful for my dog, he's a rescue. I believe I have talked about him before and how he ended up with me. One of my mom's friends from work found him on the streets all battered and beaten, scared half to death. My mom's friend did not want him, and my mom did not want him either, I remember the day that she sent me a picture of him. She had mentioned to me if I wanted him because if I didn't, she was going to take him to the animal shelter. So of course, I said to her bring him to me I will take him in. Poor thing was so scared, it took some time for him to trust me, but with patience and beef jerky it is all it took for him to slowly trust me. Now eight years later this fur baby is still with me. He's just as lazy if not more than me. But that is all fine by me, I love the hell out of this ball of fur full of love. He is the one thing that keeps me sane and the one I have to look after, he gives me something to do every day, and everything else in between. As most millennials like me, my dog is my baby, my child my everything. I would give him my meal before he went hungry. I do miss my other dog a shit-tzu that I had that went over the rainbow a few years back. Do not give me wrong but I am grateful that Toby came into my life at the right time. Toby is a Chihuahua if I haven't mentioned that before, am ankle biter as some people say Chihuahuas are OR as someone told me offhandedly 'a rat on steroids' which I found was very mean and rude. But you know that little floffy thing is my child my little men, the love of my life who owns my heart, and that is the way I like it, believe it or not. 

    As most pet parents, I trust my dog when he does not like someone, but I do not a human who does not like dogs or pets in general. Those are some iffy people and I see them as suspicious. 




                    With Love, 

                                Venuz


p.s. Have a wonderful day or night wherever you are in the world, take care, well talk soon.












 

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

It Feels Good…

   Today as we celebrate the 4th of July, I am celebrating it with family. I feel happy that I get to be with family this day, not because its a holiday or the 4th of July, but because I get to spend it with family. Something I did not think was possible as we are trying to heal past troubles, and traumas between us. Now that there is a new addition to our family, my nephew. That makes it all more too magical, as I never thought I was going to be an aunt this soon or ever, and now having a baby in the family it all just seems surreal yet happy and all okay.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=10iNanL_cojzBsGU6WjaLC-EUWUmzv4qf

    It makes me feel okay with my self that I am now starting to be a little bit closer wtih my sister, getting to know her all over again. Though perhaps things may not be the same as they were in the past with me and my family, but I want to believe its going to get better as time goes by. I hope things with my sister and I get better and become closer in so me way, as well as with my mom I hope everything gets better with her and I. Things changed overtime with us all, I am not so sure where everything went so wrong so bad, so fast that now I feel I dont know who I truly am or who my family is anymore. Though having spent one day wiht my family it all felt so right, it in some way felt like a dream, a dream I did not want to get away from.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1ebM4sxryDXOz61tTJqWCzSKSt_qAZtcv
    https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1TJaFRq_nDGcxZ-tkHqlWmn5AelDE4M_Y