Do We Really Have to Love Our Spawn?

Okay folks. 

I know for some of you this may be a hard question, and you could never imagine 'not' loving any of your children, but loving your child as an adult is another story.  When they have not become the person they were raised to be brings up a whole other set of emotions.  Perhaps one has to walk in another's shoes to really honestly answer this.  You can say, yes I love my children because I brought them into this world, and I can take them out..yeah, right.  Well, consider doing them body harm, if under the age of 18, and Social Services will remove them for you.  Yep, somebody else can fuck them up for you if you are not doing your job as a parent.

When they are adults, however, and they prompt you to the point of wanting to do them bodily harm with a good bitch-slap, consider the size and figure one of you might end up hurt and in the hospital. 

At this point, most of you know I am having to raise my granddaughter, so much for me being able to escape the drama from her mother's life to include jailbird hubby who will soon be home, or that screwed up in-law family.  One day grown eldest daughter is sweet, cakey, and piey, and the next she's bipolar, mouthy, and in your face.  When life hands you drug-addicted grown children, who have suffered consequences to include the loss of custody of her own children, drama for two years preceding up to that point to include lies, continual lies, verbage, theivery, just out and out bad behaviors to include bullying you, throwing items at you or even hitting you, even though you know this is drug-induced behaviors, in your heart you have disowned them because you had to.  Trust has been irrevocably broken, and it doesn't seem to ever get to the point where you can trust again.

Time and time again if you are being disrespected and your authority undermined (filling her children's heads that they don't have to listen to me as it relates to discipline, etc.), you get to where you dismiss them out of your life, and I'm not so sure that's a bad thing.  Its sad to think that even if she has cleaned up the drug issue, its still full of lies, deceit, behaviors that are hard to deal with, etc, and I am just done with it.  I am sick and tired of having to live in this drama ...actually I know at this point, it will never become a complete circle... it just leaves a a gaping hole...

If a grown child of yours become a source of contempt, shows disrepect, and just acts irresponsibly and disgusts you with their verbage right in front of little 'eyes' watching, do you just turn the other cheek? or do you feel inclined to kick their ass or ban them from your immediate surroundings?  maybe you should pick up everythng you own and move to bumfucked Egypt or perhaps a few towns over might be the trick...

...I'm tired if living my life for everybody else and drowning in this drama, I'm taking it back this year.

Yeah, a one-way ticket sounds like a good idea.

Where In Hades Have I Been?

No, I didn't sign off the frequency, just have a lot of demands of my time lately, and blogging seems to have fallen by the wayside, not that anybody reads this stuff...  I did find a new few hilarious typing bloopers this week, see the column over there...brings a little chuckle to my day.  What have ya'll been into?

There has been a lot of people getting whacked or leaving the company I work for lately, people in positions of power I thought, so my peon job might be on the chopping block next, who knows. The stress is being felt, and they want more, pay less, with no incentives, and sometimes I think the best thing would be to just whack us all and get it over with, why delay it. More and more of our accounts are being moved offshore, pretty soon no US FQA will have jobs they can make a living at paying only a few cents per line.

I do worry these changing times are growing worse day by day. Quality is not what it used to be, neither is service, people are not as honorable as they should be, and family leaves sometimes a lot to be desired as well. I need to escape this hell of Appalachia (hopefully not in a body bag before I can live!) and this stress and making me fat job, and the confinements of my life, mortgage, more bills than I care to deal with, and perhaps just go homeless and ramble...ramblin wo-man..

Yes, I am going to buy me a one way ticket to never never happy land...but where might that be, folks? .anybody know?  Go ahead throw out those suggestions.  Sometimes I think people who get free room and board at the local lock-n-key motel have less worries about life and strugglin' ... .hell they get 3 hots and a cot, and they have rights? they don't work, cook and clean...why does life seem so complicated and exhausting? I can't believe its only Tuesday.  GAWD!!!!