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Benzinha and fw, Last year
RG heard through the grape vine that his daughter was training to run a half marathon for AIDS research and she had a web page where people could make pledges to the charity if she managed to finish. RG sent her an email and pledged $1,000. to her cause. There was a brief flurry of timid interactions, by email. She ran the race. He sent the check and that was the end of the interaction.

posted by Cynthia on July 8, 2005 at 1:14 PM | link to this | reply

cynthia, I agree, keep throwing out love signals and connections and
never quit on a child. never. How has it turned out all these years later?

posted by benzinha on July 8, 2005 at 4:18 AM | link to this | reply

This really touched me as well ... I have a step daughter and we have
a very tumultuous relationship. I sense she wants to love me, but being the typical teenager, wants to rebel, which pisses me off to no end because she should be directing her anger toward her real father for abandoning her instead of me who has tried, and I say tried, to treat her as one of my own.

I am trying to stay consistent, to hold my ground, and not accept love from her on her terms only. I hope RG keeps trying to connect. There's no guarantee that it will ever happen, but history will record at least he made the effort. When he passes, his conscience will be clear.

posted by fwmystic on July 7, 2005 at 3:30 PM | link to this | reply

Thanks again Wiley. RG still suffers
from time to time about the lack of contact with his daughter, but her mother made revenge the focus of her life. Too bad. Both you and he had better things to do with the time you have left.

posted by Cynthia on July 4, 2005 at 7:23 AM | link to this | reply

Cynthia

Again, you write so much that I can relate to.

RG and his daughter. In my case it was me and my sons, relationships dead now, mostly because of my love for someone other than their mother.

C'est triste, I loved Joyce, had to move on, not to be kept in bondage by sons or their mother.

Great writing Cynthia

posted by WileyJohn on July 3, 2005 at 10:48 AM | link to this | reply