<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:51:51.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>f2add : Friends and Family of Adults with ADHD</title><subtitle type='html'>dealing with relationships in which one spouse had ADHD (or was suspected of having ADHD) and the other spouse did not (a.k.a. non-ADHD partner)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-6914205022126671575</id><published>2008-10-09T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:14:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say a little prayer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdAwuOpWBmo/SO6AnaihkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/LQ-wFPyA6-I/s1600-h/Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255279229815329554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdAwuOpWBmo/SO6AnaihkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/LQ-wFPyA6-I/s200/Candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Physician, we ask for the healing of body, mind and spirit. Reveal any hindrances to this healing and give us courage to trust in your Divine generosity and friendship. We give you thanks for hearing our prayer. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A fellow pilgrim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Friend went for a bilateral diagnostic mammogram on Oct. 4th, 2008. A group of suspicious calcifications identified in the right breast. Surgical consultation was advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Friend will have a biopsy appointment on Oct. 28th at 8:30am CST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We will resume this blog as soon as we are able. Thank you for all your support.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-6914205022126671575?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/6914205022126671575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=6914205022126671575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/6914205022126671575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/6914205022126671575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-little-prayer.html' title='say a little prayer....'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdAwuOpWBmo/SO6AnaihkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/LQ-wFPyA6-I/s72-c/Candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-1662401826285699579</id><published>2008-09-23T17:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:14:00.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a day when half (or maybe higher?) of all marriages (between non-ADHD and ADHD'ers) fail, we all need insight that stands the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;test of time. We need wisdom from Scripture to equip us to transform our own union from a lackluster contract into an intimate and exciting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're recently engaged, just realizing the honeymoon is over, or celebrating your golden anniversary, F2ADD remains committed to helping couples cultivate honesty, exhibit grace, and experience a joy and intimacy in marriage that they never thought possible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;("da husband" for non-text shortcut users/ readers) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was in Atlanta, GA and proceeded to San Antonio, TX to help out with Hurricane IKE for two weeks between Sept. 9th through Sept. 23rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family, friends and Scripture helped Ad Friend find peace during this time and would like to end this blog entry with "Blessings...for the day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first "Blessings for the day" (September 23rd):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255295786465812834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdAwuOpWBmo/SO6PrI3m4WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0VHPkRvD7iM/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wife is not responsible for her husband's life. She is responsible for her life. You cannot make your husband something he is not. Only God can do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The evangelist's wife, Ruth Graham, once said, "It is my job to love Billy. It is God's job to make him good." I'd call that a wonderful philosophy for any wife to embrace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My commandements and keeps them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the one who Loves Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John 14:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-1662401826285699579?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/1662401826285699579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=1662401826285699579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1662401826285699579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1662401826285699579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessings.html' title='blessings....'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdAwuOpWBmo/SO6PrI3m4WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0VHPkRvD7iM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-5752052704578040769</id><published>2008-09-14T11:51:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:12:32.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some food(s) for thought  à la Carte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE: subscribe to this post as we will soon update this MENU. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dr. Hallowell, recognized as one of the foremost experts on ADHD appeared live on "The Today Show" (NBC) and spoke about Adult ADD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ae308822a36590f" 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to spread the word" / "7 Myths about ADHD...debunked!" / "Snappy comebacks to ADD doubters" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:49;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-5752052704578040769?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/5752052704578040769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=5752052704578040769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5752052704578040769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5752052704578040769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-foods-for-thoughtto-read-and-to.html' title='some food(s) for thought  à la Carte'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-2816657617652004806</id><published>2008-09-09T11:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:41:56.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something old, something new....</title><content type='html'>this past weekend neither DH nor i could remember when my last period was.....he immediately "hyperfocused" on the possibility of a pregnancy, and somewhere in the same conversation of excitement, planning for the baby's room, education, a name, he said: "so are you going to get an abortion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some "outsider" this would be a S H O C K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a non-ADHD partner, this is par for the course, but it hurt nonethless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[the OLD]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DH didn't return until late that evening thinking i was not going to speak to him---to which i replied why not? he assumed that (just like the "old" times) since he said something hurtful, (unsure whether he realized this, but he did leave a message on the answering machine that he was just "joking", a cruel joke in my opinion) what follows is the "silent treatment" from me, i stay in the guest bedroom for awhile and then we reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[the NEW]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out with the old, in with the new, right? or, for you seinfeld fans, try "the opposite."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was expected to "stay out" of the marital bedroom after such an obviously ADHD episode, i did the "new" (or the opposite) by reading a book in the marital bedroom and stayed there until he arrived and was surprised to see me! he confided that he thought i was not speaking to him so he went out to dinner (with my M-I-L).....all is well in our household, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-2816657617652004806?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/2816657617652004806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=2816657617652004806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2816657617652004806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2816657617652004806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-old-something-new.html' title='something old, something new....'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-8965489158055884622</id><published>2008-09-03T10:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:03:26.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our LABOR pains....</title><content type='html'>welcome back from the labor day holiday and the first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ours had the expected highs and lows for a weekend together. our plan to attend our first "bristol renaissance faire" was fudged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout our years together (count them eight, two of them married) i learned to pay attention to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"ADHD moment &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flags"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that would most surely end up "not pretty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red flag&lt;/span&gt; #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our plan was to leave home early to get to the fair when it opens at 10am. it was 12noon before we were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red flag #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DH wanted to mow the lawn then water it, sort the mail, while emptying the wastebaskets all over the house! it was almost 2pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red flag #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH was on a rant about "not understanding" why i reacted the way i did when he asked me a question which i had answered a million times before! if we had gone on with the trip, despite the fact that he agreed not to discuss the same "but i don't understand ........" HE WILL! and with the AC in the car not working (which i have reminded him for the past several months to have it fixed), with the close to 100 degree weather outside, i would not have made it without "exploding"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was no different, but it was a "triumph" just the same because the "ugliness" that would have been another stressful event was averted and turned into a quiet evening at home sharing a home-cooked dinner prepared lovingly by DH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-8965489158055884622?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/8965489158055884622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=8965489158055884622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/8965489158055884622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/8965489158055884622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-labor-pains.html' title='our LABOR pains....'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-3103275778677279926</id><published>2008-08-27T14:47:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:53:09.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a place for us....somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for all of us dealing with relationships in which one spouse has ADHD (or was suspected of having ADHD) and the other spouse did not (a.k.a. non-ADHD partner), take a much-needed, long-overdue break (from anger, frustration) and celebrate the world that is ADHD.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take your partner's hand (look into their eyes, share a hug!) and listen to this inspiring song! (then, share another hug!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;share your thoughts and be heard S O M E W H E R E!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FEiiUKW3bG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FEiiUKW3bG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and, for all you "Babs" fans (you know you're out there!) sit your partner down for a little over five minutes and enjoy this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="389"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/emuVLVylBiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/emuVLVylBiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="389" height="308"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-3103275778677279926?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/3103275778677279926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=3103275778677279926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/3103275778677279926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/3103275778677279926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-place-for-us.html' title='there&apos;s a place for us....somewhere'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-3026689613783633342</id><published>2008-08-26T08:47:00.040-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:44:10.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to life, back to reality (2 of 2 - long)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had to take a much needed "breather" to calm myself down from sunday's showdown. we're now back on the bloggersphere and would like to recount the events for posterity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{some history}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DH goes to a marriage therapist / social worker (will henceforth be known as "s.w.#6") &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[a.k.a. "the blood-sucking leech who's taken advantage of my husband's vulnerability"] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whom i've mentioned in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-at-time.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, once a week, mostly monday p.m.'s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;every sunday, (unconsciously or not, puzzling nonetheless because it never fails to happen!) somehow, we fall into an emotional trap where we get into an argument over something mundane and we both go to our corners and not speak to each other. on monday he comes back from his session and depending on what s.w.#6 instructed him to do, the rest of our week picks up from that point on....(well, monday came and went and we're still in the no speaking zone!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the past, my attempt to wean DH from seeking "help" from this (unqualified) s.w.#6 had fallen on deaf ears. DH lost his father probably at the same time he was diagnosed with ADD, and has since sought the "paternal refuge" provided by his former (several) male therapists. in a private phonecall, s.w.#6 actually claimed that although DH had been diagnosed with adhd, he thinks DH has got "something else going on" (that was his professional opinion!), i wonder how much that phonecall cost! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OTOH, we successfully detached DH from s.w.#2 (of probably 4 years, before DH and i met). two females: s.w.#3 was professional and said truthfully that she was not qualified to handle our case, s.w.#4 actually asked that we meet with her the day i had a hair appointment for my wedding entourage, and another two days before the wedding! (the wedding that never was! yet another future blog entry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{back to sunday a.m.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we woke up early (basking in the glory that was thur., fri. and sat.!) and planned our day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ME) attend early morning service, (DH) mow the lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ME) make us breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we go to an 11a.m. showing of the 3-d movie "journey to the center of the earth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we eat out for lunch and bring back leftovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dinner time: we relax at home and watch the olympic closing ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we did great! until....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a phonecall from the M-I-L (we suspect has undiagnosed ADD) during breakfast broke the day! she had a hair appointment in the middle of the day and needed a ride. DH decided we go to the 11a.m. show and sneak out (as he has done this in the past!) while he attend to his mother and bring her back as our houseguest! well, i was just not in the mood for such antics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, after we bought our tickets at the booth and on our way into the theater i decided to skip the charade and just wait for his mother's hair appointment! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;at 2pm, as we were seated at the restaurant my M-I-L asked if she bothered me and boldly i answered, " YES!" and kept to myself for the rest of the meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;{here's the conversation that went on mostly between DH and M-I-L}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaw, i should just go. i don't want to bother (ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DH: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no ma, you're already here might as well seat down and eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(addresses ME) is it ok for me to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a free country, do whatever you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaaw, i should just go. i hate to be a bother.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(as she constantly bops up and down her chair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DH: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no ma, just stay. ahm wait how can we do this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(server comes and confirms my order)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhm miss, maybe you should cancel my soup, i may not be joining them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(server brings in the appetizers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L (and DH simulatenously): &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss, can you please bring the soup....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;server brings the soup and my first drink (gin and tonic). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DH does not drink and i (used to be a social beer drinker) respect that and refrained from alcoholic beverages since we've been together. on occasion, particularly when i am very upset and can't take the pressure much longer i order a drink (the sign that DH has taken to recognize that i am livid!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this soup is salty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (to her every soup she orders is salty, before she even has a taste! one time i told her to water it down!) addresses DH: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you think this is salty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (DH takes a slurp). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;one of my pet peeves is sharing plates in public, much less a formal dining establishment! i just feel it is not sanitary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DH: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you should order a salad instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(note: my M-I-L orders soup and salad instead of an entree and then proceeds "to have some of what we're having." we've solved that issue by ordering two or three entrees all placed in the middle of the table with serving utensils!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;unfortunately that day, this was not so. DH and M-I-L decided to share a bruschetta for appetizer and "watch" as i eat my entree! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(note) i waited for the M-I-L to exclaim how she can't eat anything with tomato as she is allergic! what a bunch of bleep! but DH and M-I-L sure enjoyed that plate of bruschetta. no leftovers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(server takes the empty glass of gin and tonic and i order my second drink, a chianti to go with my entree, and in the middle of all that exchange, the M-I-L informs the server that the soup was salty.....then, i tune everything else out!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(i overhear DH recount how we watched the olympics, and five or six other snippets of our life which he has already told her as they talk at least 2-3x a day!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this soup is salty. do you think this is salty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (DH takes another slurp)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(server brings the tiramisu for dessert and three forks to share) it just sits there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M-I-L: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (we order this same dessert everytime at this, and any other restaurant that serves it, and we used to eat together at least 3x a month for the past eight years until a few months ago!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the meal thankfully ends and DH drops me off at home and drives M-I-L home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(and then i hear &lt;a href="http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/pina-colada-song-saved-day.html"&gt;rupert holmes sing.....)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/pina-colada-song-saved-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/pina-colada-song-saved-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;{THE END}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;question is, what happened? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we wanted to do too much in so little time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;two wrongs don't make a right (by giving up on the 11am show and painfully waiting on the M-I-L)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;left ourselves open to too much distraction &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-3026689613783633342?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/3026689613783633342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=3026689613783633342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/3026689613783633342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/3026689613783633342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-life-back-to-reality-2-of-2.html' title='back to life, back to reality (2 of 2 - long)'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-1299172029931132892</id><published>2008-08-25T11:35:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:57:03.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to life, back to reality  (1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{sunday} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the en vogue song below is just the perfect song to describe my "yesterday". [more on this in my next blog....i just need time to calm myself down.] so for those who've never heard the song, listen in and read the lyrics! enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XaRg_ZSDgW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XaRg_ZSDgW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En Vogue - Back to Life, Back to Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, back to reality&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, back to reality&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, back to reality&lt;br /&gt;Back to the here and now yeah&lt;br /&gt;Show me how, decide what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me maybe I could be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However do you want me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;How, however do you want me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me.&lt;br /&gt;However do you want me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;How, however do you want me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, back to the present time,&lt;br /&gt;Back from a fantasy yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, take the initiative&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it in your hands until you're ready oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However do you want me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;How, however do you want me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me,&lt;br /&gt;However do you want me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;How, however do you want me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live at the top of the block,&lt;br /&gt;No more room for trouble or fuss&lt;br /&gt;Need a change, a positive change look&lt;br /&gt;Look it's me writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;However do you want me&lt;br /&gt;However do you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, back to the day we have&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this foolish game&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out, don't let it waste away&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind so I know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-1299172029931132892?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/1299172029931132892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=1299172029931132892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1299172029931132892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1299172029931132892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='back to life, back to reality  (1 of 2)'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-2983508762572170301</id><published>2008-08-23T06:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:22:40.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two days and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{thursday} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH came home and we both enjoyed each other's company watching the olympic women's beach volleyball finals....cheering till the wee hours of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{friday} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH left for work and promised to be home to watch more olympics. (note: an exception to our normal home-cooked dinner at the dining table with no tv, nor phonecalls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we prepared dinner together in the kitchen and everything just flowed smoothly....we were able to share the kitchen counterspace, while we watched the olympics and ate at the kitchen table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH waited until we both were done and then called my M-I-L for the daily "evening hello check-in call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{saturday} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both slept so comfortably with no stress that DH almost overslept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-2983508762572170301?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/2983508762572170301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=2983508762572170301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2983508762572170301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2983508762572170301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-days-and-counting.html' title='two days and counting....'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-5493214723580259989</id><published>2008-08-21T07:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:50:37.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hour pharmacy, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;it's past 10pm (we try to go to bed by 10pm in our household) and the phone rings. i pickup and it's DH on the other end: "my bike got a flat, i'm at (the 24 hr. pharmacy)...don't worry i'll walk home."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(strike #1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier that day, we had our date night---we try to eat out once-a-week, saturdays mostly, but it changes (of course). i had to leave the table to wash my hands and asked (at least 3x) that he please not leave at the same time because i had my purse sitting on the seat....i return after what seemed like half an hour (i waited forever for someone to come out of the washroom!) and i noticed a half-filled up salad plate....yes, he left the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;("If you like Pina Coladas, ....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(strike #2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having such a great conversation throughout the meal, until he says.....(repeats what he had overheard from a conversation at the next table). i remind him not to listen to other people's conversations, but if we are seated next to a loud group, we just don't stand a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back we've had more "success" in more intimate surroundings (where "loudness" is frowned upon and people speak almost a decibel close to a whisper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(strike #3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the late night phone call....i asked, "who on earth asked you to bike at night?" (he's currently obsessed with biking everywhere). i got out of bed, took out the bike rack and picked him up. on the way home he blurts out, "you want to know how i got a flat, i was attacked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;("That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain....").&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shut down and didn't say a word until we got back home. he left for work this morning, without a goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-5493214723580259989?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/5493214723580259989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=5493214723580259989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5493214723580259989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5493214723580259989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/24-hour-pharmacy-etc.html' title='24 hour pharmacy, etc.'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-2639607434528536629</id><published>2008-08-20T08:31:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:54:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(the pina colada song) saved the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;what is "the pina colada" song, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupert holmes' - "Escape" (The Pina Colada Song) lyrics begins something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long. Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song. So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed. And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7DB4OllLt1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7DB4OllLt1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday DH (da hubby) came home almost in tears....he had been talking "to someone" (i can only guess....but never found out) about "our troubles" and said it made him feel sad and depressed. then he goes on to ask....will you see smith &lt;em&gt;(the marriage counselor/ social worker he's been seeing in lieu of his neurologist and ADD coach for the past two years) &lt;/em&gt;with me? or how about (someone else's name) a new ADD coach, ...or how about father K (our parish priest)......? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and we're back to the old routine....he's depressed, it affects me, and we start an argument).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this time, i walked away and started humming the pina colada song....in the past, when i felt that the cycle of the old routine was creeping in i would countdown from 100 to 1, and before that i used to "breathe out" the bad vibes, (both have surpassed their usefulness!)....and it actually made me &lt;em&gt;S M I L E&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hours later he came back home (after he drove off somewhere) in a much different, more lighter mood (what a surprise!), and all was well in our household---then we both went to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-2639607434528536629?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/2639607434528536629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=2639607434528536629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2639607434528536629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/2639607434528536629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/pina-colada-song-saved-day.html' title='(the pina colada song) saved the day!'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-5634793280539005494</id><published>2008-08-19T13:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:11:58.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>global community of non-ADHD partners (our vision)</title><content type='html'>social online communities have grown since 2005. as a matter of fact, here's our own &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ad_Friend/1430021550"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f2add facebook account&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be great to connect with someone from across the ocean (maybe locally too, like across town?) who felt alone in their frustration with their relationship? that despite our cultural, religious, political, educational, (and whatever else you can conjure!) differences that we are ALL "connected" through our ADHD partner. we ALL just want to understand and have the tool/s to manage our lives while we accept and live the rest of our years in a harmonious relationship with our adult ADHD partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if only we can find THE ANSWER! anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are good days, and there are bad. since 2001, i slowly, albeit painfully continue to strive towards finding a middle ground, because i refuse to give up and succomb to a divorce! i refuse to be a statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;let this forum be a means towards a gratifying end&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to increase the number of successful marriages / relationships between non-ADHD partners and adult ADD'ers in our lifetime and for the next generation, one couple at a time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-5634793280539005494?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/5634793280539005494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=5634793280539005494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5634793280539005494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/5634793280539005494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/global-community-of-non-adhd-partners.html' title='global community of non-ADHD partners (our vision)'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-4889517813928433916</id><published>2008-08-18T17:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:56:17.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one day at a time</title><content type='html'>last weekend was great! (translation: it was "quiet" and fun-filled, punctuated with jokes, and complete, total verbal communication!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared meals together with no incident (i.e. breakfast, lunch and dinner not cut short by "distracting" cellphone calls from his mom or his friends from out of town, or even work!) one time we were having a lively conversation over dinner and he heard from a friend who flew in from out of town and he proceeded to hold a prolonged conversation while i sat eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned our day and actually pushed through with our schedule---well, most of it anyways! i just didn't want the weekend to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having him "with me" this past weekend was so special, considering we have had our usual one week without talking on the phone, emails, sms, or even face-to-face contact, much less speaking to each other kinda days! one time we went for an entire month without seeing each other, he didn't realize it had been that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned that i should just take the cue from him. as every day, every moment can change so fast! he can be funny one moment, and then he makes an inappropriate comment that will hurt me (or rub me the wrong way), and i just walk away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reviving f2add online, i resolved to take it "one day at a time." we've tried so many ways to deal with ADHD and our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have had a neurologist (whom he hasn't seen since we got married!), an ADD coach (whom he stopped seeing because he didn't like that he felt degraded---mind you, it was the only time that we actually made progress!), was evaluated for the DORE program (contact me if you'd like more info, i actually met with winford dore himself!), signed up with a local CHADD chapter, and met with several therapists---count them six (6)! translation: social workers who had no idea what CHADD was, much less ever worked with adults with ADD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point we were going to the neurologist, ADD coach and the marriage therapist/ social worker ALL at the same time! he decided to stay with the social worker, who on the first session (which i attended, followed by two more!) said, "i'm sorry, i don't think i can help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still with the same marriage therapist/ social worker, and sees him at least once a week. it's been almost two years since that first session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-4889517813928433916?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/4889517813928433916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=4889517813928433916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/4889517813928433916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/4889517813928433916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-at-time.html' title='one day at a time'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-1549253521033653757</id><published>2008-08-16T11:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:13:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why bring back f2add? (our mission)</title><content type='html'>today, as it was back in 2005, there is still no ONE PLACE for spouses (as i have been one since 2006) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to "connect", share and support each other while living our daily lives with Adult family blessed with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.help4adhd.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADHD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;f2add's mission:  to provide that venue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-1549253521033653757?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/1549253521033653757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=1549253521033653757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1549253521033653757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/1549253521033653757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-bring-back-f2add.html' title='why bring back f2add? (our mission)'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-8783513039440212931</id><published>2008-08-16T11:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:05:41.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why f2add?</title><content type='html'>f2add was a product of a brief membership with &lt;a href="http://www.chadd.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.h.a.d.d.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (with the high divorce rate among adult ADD'ers---the founder of the local chapter himself went through a "quiet" divorce while we were still in active attendance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in 2005, i was an eager significant other who felt empowered by the fact that my partner seemed to be "better" than the other members of the group, he held (and still does) a very responsible job and what seemed to be an extraordinary degree of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what seemed lacking then, and admittedly still to this day, is the support group for (significant others, and) spouses. most resources, programs and statistics were geared towards parents and children with ADHD. more often than not, i found myself in attendance with mostly parents of children with ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very frustrating to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-8783513039440212931?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/8783513039440212931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=8783513039440212931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/8783513039440212931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/8783513039440212931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-we-now.html' title='why f2add?'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460239663997645180.post-6815968919280554097</id><published>2008-08-16T11:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:04:15.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>f2add was born in 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/2277/f2addlogoof3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/2277/f2addlogoof3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; f2add - Families and Friends of Adult AD/HDers a.k.a. ADDults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This group aims to appeal to Families and Friends of Adult AD/HDers. We only address each other using our user ids. Privacy is of utmost importance to this group. This is a forum for members to share and support each other while living our daily lives with Adult family blessed with AD/HD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460239663997645180-6815968919280554097?l=f2add.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/feeds/6815968919280554097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460239663997645180&amp;postID=6815968919280554097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/6815968919280554097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460239663997645180/posts/default/6815968919280554097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f2add.blogspot.com/2008/08/f2add-was-born-in-2005.html' title='f2add was born in 2005'/><author><name>AD Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09288531295961671124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
