The life of a guy suffering from anxiety problems.
moilman's Articles
December 17, 2004 by moilman
So I went to the funeral. Sylvia's family were there at the gravesite and I was asked if I would like to say anything in her memory. Quite honestly, I would have been too choked up to attempt it. Her sister was appreciative of my presence as were most of the other "mourners". Every family has one, Patti, her niece was the cold one. Aloof. Was it because of The Siver? Sylvia was always interested in who I was going to be having for dinner on any given night. What was I going to s...
November 16, 2004 by moilman
I just got the call from her sister. She is finally out of pain. What a horrible death, lingering pain even with all of the meds. She didn't deserve that. Sylvia was a sweet woman that didn't have any children of her own. When I met her twentyish years ago, we were neighbors in New York. I had just moved back from a four year stint in Michigan with my beautiful bride in tow. I rented the apartment on a solo trip to New York. It was in a decent area, great BIG apartment with a sunke...
November 15, 2004 by moilman
I was born weighing in at nine pounds. By the time kindergarten rolled around, I rolled in at 75 lbs. I don't know how much I weighed in Junior High, but I do remember my mother taking me to Dr. Baum. Hmmm....some thyroid pills, and..some hormones as well (let's get the male hormones a little higher) and now, throw in some diet pills ( "take them around 11 a.m.) Time for my "favorite" time of the year agin.... Open School Week My mother came home reporting that my French teacher said "...
November 15, 2004 by moilman
Open School Week...how I dreaded it. What was my mother going to hear? I was a decent student, BUT....my mother always would be disappointed if I didn't get the 100% on the test. She didn't punish with hitting. She punished with "the look". The look of disappointment. I remember the first feeling of a knot in my stomach when I was around eight years old. It is still with me. Though I can't imagine that my life is worthy of a silver screen version, I thought that getting some of i...