tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post7248907905745639008..comments2023-08-09T04:31:11.012-05:00Comments on Can-Smashing Robot: Napoleon 2: Electric WaterlooJosh Krauterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08951130010325374744noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-46029795206228562742011-02-23T12:58:39.901-06:002011-02-23T12:58:39.901-06:00Dear Dr. Mystery,
I've felt anxious about hopi...Dear Dr. Mystery,<br />I've felt anxious about hoping my parents didn't feel like I spend too much time with the other also - especially right after their divorce. For me, the way I dealt with it was knowing I have love for each of them and they know that and if they feel upset about it they will have to speak up or deal with it as they are adults. It helped me cope better thinking that I am not responsible for how they feel or their reactions to a situation.<br /><br />I am glad to hear you are feeling less cloudy. It's great to hear. <br />MaryMary P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16215261346198568228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-1864892781443704542011-02-20T21:11:44.050-06:002011-02-20T21:11:44.050-06:00Thanks for your comment, too, RS.Thanks for your comment, too, RS.Josh Krauterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08951130010325374744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-47249724236603136182011-02-15T20:09:39.244-06:002011-02-15T20:09:39.244-06:00Hey, Dan,
Thanks for the comment.Hey, Dan,<br />Thanks for the comment.Josh Krauterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08951130010325374744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-7278247149507953252011-02-15T11:12:57.025-06:002011-02-15T11:12:57.025-06:00I think I was in middle school when my parents div...I think I was in middle school when my parents divorced, high school when they remarried, so yeah, a bit different situation. But I understand your feelings about your childhood home. I was away at college when mine was sold. It then deteriorated and eventually ended up condemned. The last time I saw it it was boarded up. It was difficult to see. I walked around, looked in the windows, contemplated breaking in. In retrospect, I wish that I had, though that might have been even more depressing. I hear it's fixed up now but haven't seen it. <br /><br />For a while there neither parent lived in my home town nor in the town where they grew up and where much of the rest of our family is. I lost touch for a while with many of them and wish that I hadn't. Now my mom lives back in her home town so I see them when I visit. But I was out of touch when my grandmother died and that was really hard and still depresses me when I think about it. I will say that it all gets easier over time. Worrying you will offend one parent for visiting the other more never really goes away, but that time becomes easier to manage and I don't think my parents have ever thought that I spend more time with the other. They also understand how difficult it all is. <br /><br />Well, there you go, a long comment for a long post. Not sure if it helps any, but if you ever want to talk to someone about any of this, I'm here.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08649685827106660539noreply@blogger.com