This weekend

Had I not had this Gowdawful stomach flu this week, I would have gone to see Dave Matthews at Shoreline. It would have been cool. I have never been to a concert before in my life, except the symphony, and Stomp, and the like.

I have to go meet with Morgan's teachers and principal on Monday. She's having a rough time these days. I think she's had PMS for about a year now. It's definitely not easy to be a seventh grade girl. I remember well, myself!

On a lighter note, I have kept water down since sometime this morning! Yippee!! I feel considerably better now than I did the rest of the week, which cheers me up somewhat as well.

I've started going to Al Anon, and that is helping me sort things out a little bit. It's interesting, but what with *** ****, my ex-husband, and *** ****, I feel like I have had some ailment myself, all these years, that I am only now beginning to understand. I truly appreciate the sound advice of two of my friends in that.

For that matter, when I spoke to Morgan about what was going on, not only did it bring her to tears (I was crying anyway), but she was relieved to finally understand certain things, like why I don't go out much, and why I am relatively private, shy, and reserved. She said that, had she known, she wouldn't have pressured me to go out so much. I think that it was really helpful for her because, for two or three years now, she gets concerned when she does things with her friends, thinking that I will be lonely or that I am not having fun by myself. I think that she had somehow deemed herself responsible for keeping me from being lonely (whether I was actually lonely or not, she thought I was, and that troubled her). She was happy to know that I had actually made conscious decisions to isolate myself, right or wrong, that she was't responsible for my emotions or problems or whatever, and that it was okay for her to live her life and enjoy herself. She was so happy that I spoke to her directly and honestly, and that I treated her like a "young adult," if not a grownup! Seriously, and without gushing or going overboard or dwelling on this, I NEVER would have done that, and I never would have gathered up the courage to start taking proactive steps to coping with certain things that have happened in my past, and with *** ****, without the input of one of my friends. THANK YOU is all I can think to say to him, though, and for that assistance, those words are entirely insufficient. I just don't know what else to say.