tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post9051119877591935083..comments2023-12-02T07:58:54.977-05:00Comments on The Honesty Conspiracy: Learning to Keep the SilenceThe Honesty Conspiracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767477224057479965noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post-86331333304266237602014-09-30T06:31:36.635-04:002014-09-30T06:31:36.635-04:00Horticulture is an enjoyable activity people have ...Horticulture is an enjoyable activity people have done for centuries. Some do it for enjoyment, while others do it solely for the pleasure it brings them. The following article will give advice for making horticulture endeavors.<br /><a href="http://www.sddollhouse.com" rel="nofollow">sddollhouse.com</a> | <br><br /><a href="http://www.dollhousesd.com" rel="nofollow">dollhousesd.com</a> | <br><br /><a href="http://www.homewoodappliancerepair.com" rel="nofollow">homewoodappliancerepair.com</a> | <br><br /><a href="http://www.myhouseforkids.com" rel="nofollow">myhouseforkids.com</a> | <br><br /><a href="http://www.birdwatchinghouse.com" rel="nofollow">birdwatchinghouse.com</a> | <br><br />jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04160321148710420968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post-44776810998928913782011-10-05T13:49:53.942-04:002011-10-05T13:49:53.942-04:00I'm so sorry this had to be your reality. I to...I'm so sorry this had to be your reality. I too broke the silence once, and learned that it was a bad idea (I called the police when my father's regular screaming and breaking things escalated into the first time I witnessed him hit my mother). He despised me for it, and even my mom soon began to pretend it never happened - as she continues to do with most of our childhood. <br /><br />I've come to believe I will never get 'satisfaction' from them in trying to work out - or even talk about and honestly admit - all these things that happened. But I can make sure my own children never feel like they have to deny reality with me, or that they can't come to me about anything. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing your story. I hope the healing continues for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post-72465616176948183012011-10-01T12:27:35.130-04:002011-10-01T12:27:35.130-04:00This resonates with me for very different reasons ...This resonates with me for very different reasons at the moment. The silence - perhaps it's a generational thing, or perhaps it's just universal. But my parents don't speak of certain things - emotion, money, life-problems. And it hurts more now I have my own kids. I feel the loss of a matriarch or patriarch to whom I can confide, relate, use as a soundboard. Recently I've been more and more open and honest with them about our lives - sunshine and monsoons - but all I get in return is silence.<br /><br />At what point in their lives did they stop talking I wonder? Is this inevitable for us all?earthlytreasureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15247034421266467240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post-64099414682329244882011-09-29T15:32:24.384-04:002011-09-29T15:32:24.384-04:00Welcome Jenn. Thanks for your comment.
Ouch. That...Welcome Jenn. Thanks for your comment.<br /><br />Ouch. That hurts. There are times when parents need to be honest with their kids about feelings... and there are many times when they should bite their lips and put love first rather than the immediate feeling which is bubbling up. Sometimes silence is best. There are times I wish my parents had held their own counsel. Will be blogging about that in due course.The Honesty Conspiracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16767477224057479965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178485580246160622.post-1178934420080108172011-09-29T10:31:31.206-04:002011-09-29T10:31:31.206-04:00I wasn't going to comment on this but I came b...I wasn't going to comment on this but I came back to it twice and I have to share my experience.<br /><br />I had a similar childhood - money was always tight but nearly every weeknight and every weekend was spent at the bar, and the 2-packs a day habit was fed regularly. I hated the cigarette smoke - I hated going to school smelling like it. One day when my mom was complaining about money problems I asked her if it would be easier for her to give up smoking, or to give up me, her youngest daughter. She said in all seriousness, she could give up me easier.<br /><br />That has stayed with me for nearly 30 years. I wish she had kept silent when I asked her that.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05203022500889188554noreply@blogger.com