Its hard to be a disappointment

I hung up the phone, a huge weight hanging around my neck.  A close friend expected me to be somewhere at a certain time for a gathering, and I was going to be very late.  “Well don’t you care about being with me?” she asked.  The underlying accusation that I didn’t care about being with her was tangible in the air.  “Yes, I do care, and that is why I will be there with you at 4 pm.”  As we hung up the phone, my happy-go-lucky spirit slowly sank into a deep funk.

In the never-ending battle of trying to please others, once again, I was a disappointment.

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When our plans fail and we cry on the floor

We have a tradition of having my daughter’s boyfriend over for dinner on Saturday nights.  On this particular weekend, he was home from college, so I planned to “pull out all of the stops” to fix him a nice, home-cooked meal.  We were having chicken lasagna, filled with yummy noodles and cheesy goodness.   I had gathered my recipe, looked over the ingredients, and declared that I was good to go.  plans (more…)