Why do people hurt animals??
Why? For the same reason people ask "Why"... Because they can. There's no explaining it.
What to do when an adult son does not respect his mother?
Sounds like Dad needs to step in (or maybe he already has?). He needs to have a talk with him and tell his son that won't be tolerated. He also needs to tell him to get into counseling. I have a 23 year old daughter who went through a rough time and was always mad at me. I had to back away and let her 'fall' a little and figure it out for herself. Tough love is not a fun thing to do to your kids but sometimes it's the best thing. Sounds like mom needs to put her foot down and tell him he can't talk to her that way. If he doesn't stop then he needs to leave and come back when he has calmed down (or when he's not drunk). She needs to enforce it and not accept anything less. It's hard not to think of how it got this way so sorry for even mentioning it but it makes me wonder how long he has been doing this for and is she's passive and doesn't say anything. If so, then it's time for her to toughen up and let him know how it's going to be from now on. Until she does, he won't stop. It's good that she has a friend like you who cares. Good for Dad for speaking up and standing up for his wife. He needs to keep that up everytime it happens. I agree, hopefully that will do the job.
Any tragic , sad stories of death?
I am so sorry to hear of your loss! I hope your son's birth helped to ease the pain a little, although I know it probably hurt a lot that your mother never met him. My uncle died at the age of 41 on 8/19/04 from metastatic throat and lung cancer. He was not a smoker but his wife was a very heavy smoker. It was so senseless. He spent 18 months going from one pointless lab result to another failed treatment and never went into remission. He was in so much pain, and so weak, that he opted to go by assisted suicide. My mom and her sisters and my daughter were all by his side when he passed. It was heartbreaking and he left 4 young kids fatherless and basically motherless since the mom is a total mess. The mother remarried an abusive loser..if I ever get a hold of that guy I will break every bone in his body if he lays a finger on my cousins again. Last year on 9/29/06 my son was born (very unexpected pregnancy!) and looked so much like my uncle (he still does!) and even acts like him and has traits that really remind me of him. It is almost like my uncle come back. Sometimes I really have to wonder about that. He helped to heal that hole in my heart a lot and keeps my mom busy as well. She cannot get over the resemblance between my son and her brother.
Would you be sad if your children never gave you grandkids?
I don't think she would be *hurt* - that doesn't mean she doesn't want grandchildren. What it means is she respects your right to make your own decisions about whether or not to become a parent. Live your life in a way that makes you happy. That's what your parents really want for you anyway. If that life ends up including a husband and children, so be it, but the decision to have or not have children should not be centered around feeling obligated to provide grandchildren. Hope this helps!
Psychology of Everyday Life: Why can't I cry even when I'm hurt? How should I let out my feelings?
When my mother died I didn't cry. I didn't cry at her bedside after I felt her spirit go up; I didn't cry at her funeral; I didnt cry when after moving to DC six weeks later I would think I saw her when someone was wearing clothing or a coat similar to hers. When my brother died the following summer, I didn't step up to say anything at the funeral, I did the typical American thing which was to get drunk later and make a fool of myself. I didn't cry about his death either. And when my dad gave away me in marriage "along with her mother Sally," I didn't cry. I didn't really cry until I the next loss two years after the untimely marriage - a divorce came and then the looking into the abyss of no life structure, no social structure, no provision, no nothing. I sat there one day looking at my hands. They were starting to look a lot like my mothers. Then I started to remember - I started to remember her hands, that did all the dishes, the cooking, the shopping, the cleaning, the smoothing and touching. I wailed; I didn't just cry. I grieved and I grieved and grieved and grieved. Gut wrenching, no bottom to it. No one to tell or talk to about it. Hurt like hell.Point is, it's no big deal you're not crying yet; you will, when you have to, you will.