Ugh!
I wonder sometimes. I really do.
Someplace in this house my roommate is trying to console her son who just broke up with his girlfriend. I wonder with what she's saying to him isn't partly aimed at me or if I'm just collateral damage. It's just the nuts on the whipped cream on the ice cream sundae that is my day today.
The whipped cream was added by my former spouse #2. I hate that I have to refer to people like that but out of a modicum of respect, I try not to use names when it's not going to be good, but most all y'all know who I'm speaking about. She called me to tell me that my little(?!) boy has been politely invited not to attend school for a couple of weeks. I have to see the irony that he got suspended from school for missing so much school.
Priceless.
And damn worrying. He may not graduate. Wow. Just wow.
It's so frustrating.
The ice cream was provided by Miss June. Sadly, chickens do come home to roost and it's sad to say that all the things I was accused of doing and didn't do (so says I anyway) are being done by someone else to someone else. It's hard to hear about. It's harder to see the toll this is taking on Miss June.
The banana came from my roomie. She's got a full plate right now and I'm trying to be understanding and supportive. She needed someone to hold her. I offered to play cards for money. It's the best thing I can do. She's really working on some things and I'm kinda proud of the things she's doing.
It's amazing the things that go on under this roof.
The funny thing is that I'm really at peace. The kid will be OK. Hopefully it's a wake-up call. So will the roomie. God's got her and she's growing closer to Him. God will look after Miss June's child as well and her family. It's not my deal, but it does kind of affect me because of what June brings home. You invest as much as I did and tried to for so long and it's hard not to be upset by what you hear.
Tonight though, I focused on the good. My middle son is now 21. Put the birthday cash on red, boy!
I got to see the Red Sox win game 1. My head still hurts from getting smacked by an aileron control pushrod last evening. That's what split the banana. No blood this time, but damn, it really hurt!
And I gave thanks to God because I was reminded by a devotional I looked at in my Bible that giving thanks is important and we all have troubles. Giving thanks in the midst of them is an important thing. God is good. I'm at peace. I'm thankful for what I have and hopefully tomorrow things will work out better for everyone.
In the mean time, this photo is funny as hell and isn't too far from being Miss June.
Someplace in this house my roommate is trying to console her son who just broke up with his girlfriend. I wonder with what she's saying to him isn't partly aimed at me or if I'm just collateral damage. It's just the nuts on the whipped cream on the ice cream sundae that is my day today.
The whipped cream was added by my former spouse #2. I hate that I have to refer to people like that but out of a modicum of respect, I try not to use names when it's not going to be good, but most all y'all know who I'm speaking about. She called me to tell me that my little(?!) boy has been politely invited not to attend school for a couple of weeks. I have to see the irony that he got suspended from school for missing so much school.
Priceless.
And damn worrying. He may not graduate. Wow. Just wow.
It's so frustrating.
The ice cream was provided by Miss June. Sadly, chickens do come home to roost and it's sad to say that all the things I was accused of doing and didn't do (so says I anyway) are being done by someone else to someone else. It's hard to hear about. It's harder to see the toll this is taking on Miss June.
The banana came from my roomie. She's got a full plate right now and I'm trying to be understanding and supportive. She needed someone to hold her. I offered to play cards for money. It's the best thing I can do. She's really working on some things and I'm kinda proud of the things she's doing.
It's amazing the things that go on under this roof.
The funny thing is that I'm really at peace. The kid will be OK. Hopefully it's a wake-up call. So will the roomie. God's got her and she's growing closer to Him. God will look after Miss June's child as well and her family. It's not my deal, but it does kind of affect me because of what June brings home. You invest as much as I did and tried to for so long and it's hard not to be upset by what you hear.
Tonight though, I focused on the good. My middle son is now 21. Put the birthday cash on red, boy!
I got to see the Red Sox win game 1. My head still hurts from getting smacked by an aileron control pushrod last evening. That's what split the banana. No blood this time, but damn, it really hurt!
And I gave thanks to God because I was reminded by a devotional I looked at in my Bible that giving thanks is important and we all have troubles. Giving thanks in the midst of them is an important thing. God is good. I'm at peace. I'm thankful for what I have and hopefully tomorrow things will work out better for everyone.
In the mean time, this photo is funny as hell and isn't too far from being Miss June.
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