Opposites

How many of you are the complete opposite to some of your immediate family members? There are differences, maybe of opinions, values, or just downright don’t like them possibly? But, we’re family. We’re there for each other no matter if we like them or not. Sure, you can be estranged from them but most of us ride or die for our family. It’s our nature. We run as a pack. We all have some dysfunctional members though don’t we? There’s just something a bit off?

I have a few in my inner circle….

A cousin, we’ll call her the Crazy K. She shows up at family functions smiling, sweet, and caring. She brings a casserole and flowers and even quotes bible scriptures. But, she’s a con-artist. She’ll slip into your purse while you’re having a conversation and take your cash. She’s taken credit cards and she’s been caught on camera before at a Target with one of my other cousins card. She’ll also raid the medicine cabinet of any prescription pills you might have. We’ve all contributed to her rehab and getting help financially too. We know her well enough now to put aspirin in the pill bottles that she takes from us. It’s a set up. We love her unconditionally and if she calls and needs rehab, we’ll all help her out. She’s family.

My beautiful, sweet and loving Mom. She’s my best friend. She’s my absolute everything. She was in labor with me over 20 hours and wiped my snotty nose, changed my diaper, let me move home anytime I needed to after a bad break up. Here’s the kicker though. She doesn’t truly know me. She’s extremely religious and conservative. I talk to her once a week onΒ  Sunday evenings on the phone. Well, basically she talks to me. I don’t get a word in. She does all of the talking. It’s usually a 2 hour conversation. She condemns people that cuss, drink, etc. Sinners are the devil. Although she’s not perfect either, she judges. If she knew I said fuck as much as I do she would think the devil had taken over my body. To her, I’m still the sweet white haired, blue eyed little girl that plays with dolls. She would be highly disappointed in me and completely embarrassed if she ever read my blog. Thus, why I am here on WP under an alias. I cannot take the chance of her finding me. She’s quite savvy on FB, Twitter, any social media. So, I’m in the WP protection plan here. Ha. She’s family.

My Dad, you’ve possibly read a post or two about my “Daddy Issues”….Well, he wasn’t around a lot growing up. When he was around he worked a lot and could be a mean mother fucker. He was a hunter and would shoot anything. From deer, wild hog, dogs, cats, anything just for the fun of it. He cut myself and my brother down to size many times because we weren’t as mean or as tough as he was. We didn’t live up to his standards because we didn’t like country music, camping or hunting. Two days later he’d tell you how much he loved you and offer you a hug. I swear I think he was or is bipolar. Too bad he doesn’t realize it or didn’t when we were kids so we could’ve had a better childhood. He calls every three months and will talk about his latest kill, about how much money he’s made, what he’s cooking for dinner, how much sex he’s having, etc. It’s all about him. Or he’s watched the Hallmark channel and something reminded him of me and starts crying telling me how much he loves me. I listen and tell him I love him too. I try to be the good daughter and just be there for him. He’s family.

My parents are divorced. They’re like night and day in comparison to each other. Mom being sweet, religious and conservative and Dad telling me about his sex life and cussing quite a bit. The difference in my parents is that I listen to them when they don’t listen to me. They don’t know me. You see, I’ve found myself, but they’ve never found me. And I’m OK with that. In all honesty, I can count only four people that KNOW me personally. They’re pretty fucking special to say the least. I married one of them. I’m not lovable or even likable sometimes but they get me and love me anyways.

And then, there you are. My beautiful followers that I cherish so so much. You allow me to be me by pouring this shit out onto this blog. Although you don’t see me physically and we don’t meet for coffee or dinner, you know me. You’re my diary of sorts, my sounding board. As always, I adore you and thank you for reading, commenting, sharing pieces of you with me.

I know you’re thinking “Why this deep shit today Lennon?” You can thank one of my four people that truly know me, Rhonnie. She encouraged me to write this. She inspires me and is my long legged muse. Keeping me grounded and encouraging me constantly. Most of all, she keeps me laughing.

Hoping each of you have a Rhonnie in your life. We all need a Rhonnie, that’s for sure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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28 comments

  1. Simon · January 30, 2016

    Well done to Rhonnie, she sounds great. I don’t think I have a Rhoniie in my life though. But I have to agree, families are very strange things. Mine isn’t very supportive, less so since mum died. I was thinking only yesterday I need to call round and talk to the dad and bros as mum wouldn’t be happy if we just let it go. Dad’s bloody useless, a bit like your mum with the religious stuff and judging and shit.
    I don’t understand why the religious are often so judgemental?
    You’re great Lennon and as usual a great post πŸ™‚

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    • Lennon Carlyle · January 30, 2016

      Thanks Simon!!! πŸ™‚

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      • Simon · January 30, 2016

        Always a pleasure Lennon

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      • Lennon Carlyle · January 30, 2016

        Make that call some time soon Simon. You’ll feel better about the situation. πŸ˜€ By the way, maybe I can be your Rhonnie LOL

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      • Simon · January 30, 2016

        I will, promise OK? I was hoping you would say that… I didn’t want to ask. You’ve made me smile πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ
        You are now my official Rhonnie !!!
        Thanks for asking

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  2. Wendy · January 30, 2016

    Word Press Protection plan, that’s so awesome. Well we who know you as Lennon, we celebrate you!

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  3. Dan · January 30, 2016

    Maybe we all need a Lennon in our lives just the same! πŸ™‚
    Nice post.

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    • Lennon Carlyle · January 30, 2016

      That’s one of the sweetest things I think I’ve ever heard – Thank you Dan, but I can be quite a pill at times πŸ˜€

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      • Dan · January 30, 2016

        Lennon, it’s the challenges, experiences, and ‘pills’ in life that define us. ‘Easy’ was a term created by underachievers. πŸ™‚

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  4. socialbridge · January 30, 2016

    Family are precious to me, as you probably know by now, Lennon, and I guess my mother knew me better than anyone else ever could. She was a listener and generation gaps didn’t mean a thing to her.

    As for blogging, I feel like you do about it.

    P.S. Don’t forget that Irish coffee. It’s the weekend now!

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    • Lennon Carlyle · January 31, 2016

      Yes! We’re going to Olde Blind Dog Irish Pub tomorrow for brunch. I can’t wait to try it!!!

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      • socialbridge · January 31, 2016

        Brilliant! I’m mad to hear what you think. What a name for an Irish pub!!!

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      • Lennon Carlyle · January 31, 2016

        It was amazing!!!! My new favorite! Thank you for suggesting it πŸ˜€

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      • socialbridge · January 31, 2016

        Oh great! I’m thrilled. xx

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  5. K E Garland · January 31, 2016

    Kudos to you girl! I won’t. I can’t. I refuse to deal with other people’s bs… fam or not.

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  6. K E Garland · January 31, 2016

    Had to go find this meme just for this comment:

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  7. what sandra thinks · January 31, 2016

    I have almost nothing in common at all with anyone in my family. I was always the “black sheep” of the family. I never quite fit in. My dad passed away a few years ago, but I’ve got Mom and 3 sisters. One of my sisters doesn’t speak to me because she hates me for giving my parents a grandchild before she did. WTF? She stopped coming to family gatherings years ago… 7 or 8 years now I think, because she couldn’t stand to be in the same place as me. Again, WTF? (She’s only punishing Mom and before he was gone, Dad… she’s not punishing me… I’m glad I don’t have to deal with her bs.)

    And I am also in the WP protection plan. πŸ™‚ (Love that, by the way. Can I steal it?) No one in my family has ever seen my blog… including my husband. It gives me the freedom to say anything and I needed that. I don’t think I have a Rhonnie, though.

    Sorry for rambling…

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    • Lennon Carlyle · January 31, 2016

      Ramble on my sweet friend! I feel you. I really do. I’m so sorry about your sister and you losing your father. Of course you can use WP Protection Plan, I’m finding a lot of us have this in common – Hugs!

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  8. Carisa Adrienne · January 31, 2016

    Girl!! I think we had the same family growing up. My mom passed 15 years ago. But when she was alive she was my best friend. She always gave me unconditional love. She truly was the best thing I knew. She was so religious. She always talked about forgiveness but she was the most judgemental person I’ve ever seen! Crazy! Then there is my sister who is married to my ex-husband. The father of my boy. Me. Oh. My. We have the most dysfunctional family I’ve ever known. Family is crazy, but you’ve got to love them. β€οΈπŸ˜‰
    Liked this post! πŸ™‚

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    • Lennon Carlyle · January 31, 2016

      What??? Your sister is married to your ex-husband? You win. Wow, that has to be difficult for you. I’m so sorry, what’s your sister like? I kind of have an opinion already…judging, Yikes! :/ Shame on me for that but DAMN!

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      • Carisa Adrienne · January 31, 2016

        She is my older sister but we were always asked if we were twins. She was my best friend. My heart is still broken from it. Not because of him but because of her. Ive had my heart broken by several guys but my biggest heartbreak is my sister. I still love her and miss her. However, I love her from afar. I wrote a piece a few posts back called the whole truth. It talks about my heartache from it and the valley of death I walked and continue to walk. They are blood(f)suckers! Fo Sho! πŸ˜‰β€οΈ

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      • Lennon Carlyle · January 31, 2016

        Carisa, I just read every word of it. Tears are streaming down my neck as I shake. My heart soars for you. What an incredible person you are. Much stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. Joshua is so loved by you. What an incredible mother you are to him. You could’ve given up but you never wavered. Oh how I wish you lived close by. We would totally hang.

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      • Carisa Adrienne · February 1, 2016

        You’re so kind to me. Thank you! Life’s a bitch but so is its sister! πŸ˜‰
        I’m being a brat saying that. Life is good.. I have so many things to be grateful for.
        I have no doubt we would hang! We’d run the motherfucking world! β€οΈπŸ˜‰

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      • Lennon Carlyle · February 1, 2016

        Your resilient, strong, and incredibly beautiful Carisa….admire you so much! XOXO

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      • Carisa Adrienne · February 1, 2016

        Ditto! ❀️

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  9. itsgoodtobecrazysometimes · February 4, 2016

    That is a beautiful piece. My family had no clue, and then they stumbled onto my blog (I say stumbled I shared a stack load of posts on facebook as a subtle hint)

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