Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
The hardest thing to do is to say goodbye to a loved one, once the time has come for them to close their eyes. We all know we didn't come here to stay, but when its time to say goodbye, it really is just so hard to say goodbye. You should never be that mad with someone that you never get to resolve whatever issues that caused you to stop communicating. You should never get that mad that you never get the chance to apologize or have a sit-down. As my father's one-year anniversary of his death quickly approaches, that's all that I think about. I never got the chance to really have that father-daughter talk especially after his sister, my aunt told him some things that I had said. I am living with so much regret, but there's nothing that I can really do. Every time I go over the obituary or read the online book that the funeral home provided for mourners to leave messages, I can't help but to feel slighted because my cousin was with him the night he died. That really bothers me, not because she sat there, but because I wasn't able to. Don't get me wrong I'm glad he wasn't by himself. I just hope when I get on my knees at night, or when I call upon my father me, he is able to hear me. There is so many things that I would have like to change. That's why if you need to make amends with a love one, don't wait until its too late. Don't wait until tomorrow, tomorrow may never come.
Monday, March 16, 2015
The brutal attack by a mob of high school girls on a single yet small-framed girl was uncalled for. The car driving in the urban area of Fort Greene trying to lure young girls is troubling. As a mother it hurt me to my core to watch them brutally assault that lone student, but I was more flabbergasted to watch as the mob was cheered on by other peers. To see adults in the crowd just watching and no staff of McDonalds' stepping in to intervene was mind-boggling. To read that a car was trying to lure children in the area that I grew up in was crazy. A lot of my childhood friends still live there with their children and grandchildren. This never use to happen there. What is going on today with our young people and what's wrong with people still trying to lure other people's children in their cars?
Its not easy on the mind. Just to know that after I separate from my son in the morning to get on the train , he could be attacked by a mob of children and no one would do anything to help him, they would just take out their camera phones and turn the other cheek. I watched that video several times, not for pleasure but to show my son what could be waiting for him, if he doesn't follow my directions. I used to be skeptical about allowing him to leave home because of all the sexual predators and other troubles that may be lurking. This is a double shot, you have to be skeptical for the perverts and the mob of bullies.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Hello, my name is Annette Burton and the reason why I decided to be a blogger was because I love to write. Some years ago, I received my B.A. in Media Studies from Hunter College and I took a lot of writing courses. I even started a manuscript at one time. I just never finished and life happened like it happens to everyone and it passed me by. No matter what job I always had I always came back to wanting to write, my first love, my passion. I decided to name my blog Breaking The Link for several different reasons. I come from a family that is somewhat dysfunctional. There are a lot of issues that certain family members carried with them from childhood into adulthood and I am hoping that they will recognize their issues and get help. We all know that whatever or whenever there are problems, if you don’t seek help immediately, problems can literally destroy one’s happiness. So whatever is troubling you, a bad relationship, marriage, or even a friendship gone wrong sometime you have to Break the Link.
Having more than one father for your children is never ideal, just like having multiple women to birth your many children is not too ideal either, but life happens and decisions have to be made. You move on. People die, people fall out of love just as quickly as they fall in love. You move on and start over. You leave a relationship because your partner is abusive or maybe you found out your lover or husband is a chronic cheater, life still goes on. What happens when children are born into this disaster? They are often lost, confused and sad. Sometimes there is resentment amongst the children because they have different fathers. Or maybe, just maybe the siblings have different mothers because Papa was a “Rolling Stone.” Child “A” father may not be a good provider, like Child “B’s” father, what do you do? Or maybe Child “A” father was never in the picture and Child “A” doesn’t know his or her father. Maybe Child “A” father passed away, how do one help their child understand and cope with not having a father. What if Child “B” father was a somma time father, a somma time provider, you still have to help your children understand, they are loved nonetheless. How do you help your children understand? How do you keep your children from resenting one another. You have to find a way. You do what you need to do. As a mother you have to make sure the link is secured and that the link can’t be broken. It not always an easy task, but as a mom, you find ways to make your broken family work.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Just to see him laugh and smile more would be joyous enough. The frown he wears on his face is so heartbreaking that I sometimes don't know how to comfort him. It brings back so many unwanted and hurtful memories, but I don't ever remember being this sad.I know what he's missing, but I can't really fix the relationship between him and his father. I dare not to fix the relationship that I had with his father. I couldn't even fully fix my relationship with my own father. My father and I talked, we just never bonded. He said he's tired of being disappointed. I know I sure was tired. It's no fun depending on others. The one person that won't disappoint you, is yourself. I sure hope the lessons I'm teaching him will make him a dependable man one day. Now my father, his grandfather is dead, and that relationship can never be fixed. I don't want him to have the kind of relationship I had with my father, awkward and useless. Ioften felt like I was in the company of a stranger when I was around my father. Its time to end this cycle and break the link.