The fixer

by joelbear 1 Replies latest jw friends

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  joelbear

  thought i would share this story so you could understand my reactions to things sometimes.

  I was about 8 years old and we were living in Jesup Georgia. My father was having problems with drinking and didn't get along well with my mother.

  It was their wedding anniversary. He came home late and had been drinking. He has brought her a vase of yellow roses. She was mad at him for being late and for drinking. She said she didn't want them and would rather have had candy or something she could use.

  He lost his temper and through them out in the front yard, vase and all.

  I went outside and picked them up and tried to make them look nice again. That green glass vase sat on our TV for years and years and was always a reminder to me of that night.

  This event is a metaphor for my life with my parents. I was the fixer who tried to pick up the broken pieces and make everything look pretty again, even though it was never going to really be pretty.

  Just another peak at what make me me.

  hugs

  Joel
  www.joelbear.com
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  expatbrit

  Joel:

  I was the "fix it before it breaks" type.

  When I was very young my parents would fight viciously over my mother's new religion. When I would hear them, I would force myself to go into the same room with them, and sit in the corner until they became aware of me.

  It stopped them fighting, you see. "Not in front of the boy."

  After hearing them discussing how they would break up if not for me, I took my fixer responsibilities seriously, like you.

  It wasn't pretty, but it worked.

  Expatbrit