Several weeks ago I wrote about my son, now 36, who I believe is a N, and is very much like his natural father.  I don't even want him at my funeral if he dies, which is very sad for me.  He can go months without contact, and then call a few days before Xmas to say, "who is having Christmas?" 

 

Come on, I live about 5 miles from him, and he has never seen (nor Help move into) the place I moved into on 6/25/08, after driving accross the country 2100 miles to get to his second elaborate wedding!

 

As for helping with anything, forget it!  I could be crippled and in a wheel chair and he would be "too busy" to visit!  For 8 years I have tried and tried and called and called, only to be hurt by "indifference."  This is the thorn in my side I must bear now and am into 3rd month of NC.  I have given up.

 

Oh well, life goes on.  Here is a song I think describes the way a N feels about and/or treats others.

 

by Natalie Merchant,  I May Know the Word 

 

I may know the word
but not say it
I may know the truth
but not face it

I may hear a sound
a whisper sacred & profound
but turn my head
indifferent

I may know the word
but not say it
I may love the fruit
but not taste it

I may know the way
to comfort and to soothe
a worried face
but fold my hands
indifferent

If I'm on my knees
I'm begging now
if I'm on my knees
groping in the dark
I'd be praying for
deliverance
from the night into the day
but it's all grey here
it's all grey to me

I may know the word
but not say it
this may be the time
but I waste it

this may be the hour
something move me
someone prove me wrong
before night comes
with
indifference