If you had been following along Purple’s trials since her husband passed, with her mother being a real piece of work, I don’t think you would say that. It speaks to her intelligence and ability to take care of herself that she’s turned out so well in spite of her parents. Based on what I’ve read, she has made the absolute best decision.
Well, to tell you the truth, it’s a relief to hear that.
So, just read my post as a June Rant about the fact the the Stanley Cup Finals ended on FLAG DAY…
P.S. sorry about the problems this damn coach made for your kid’s summer.
Ehh. He’s kinda new. His good-person instincts are operating according to manufacturer’s specifications, that’s all.
Give him a few quarters of Pit Threads, and I’m sure his soul will be as seared and shriveled as the rest of ours. 
To Urbanredneck: that’s intended as a compliment. Just so ya know. 
You need the cat!!
You know who you are.
Three minor rants:
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I spent months working on my Kickstarter campaign and I submitted it yesterday. But the review process takes 1-2 weeks. So I’ll wait.
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The woman I adore beyond reason couldn’t care less about me.
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I’m moving to a new apartment complex next week. The rent is lower and it’s much closer to work, but it’s in an unpleasant part of town. Kinda nervous.
Oh, man. I’d pay money for a video of that. Wish I had a video of when I walked out on my father in restaurant.
sigh … memories …
Seriously.
Thanks, I apologize to Purple. I just didnt read the whole thread.
The ice rink part of the facility actually stays open till August. Some of the newest ice rinks, they can actually remove the coils and they play inline or even soccer or lacrosse on the same rink. Its a good way to utilize a space.
And on the coach, yeah I understand cutting a kid who doesnt measure up but I shouldnt have had to chase him down.
Nope. No apology needed, urbanredneck. It speaks volumes about how close-knit the community in these boards can be that a few folks know my background off the tops of their collective heads, but I would absolutely never just ***expect ***someone to know so much detail about me. While you are actually correct that my parents have what they truly believe are my best interests at heart, they’ve been wrong about what, exactly, that is for most of my life.
Side note: yesterday was New Guy’s birthday. I got to spend quite a bit of time with his mother and stepfather as a result, and they seem to genuinely like me. 
So happy birthday to ya, dude. About the only complaint I can think of so far about him (since this IS the Pit and all) is that he has sleep apnea and snores like a mofo. Between that, and the fact that I work early and he works late, and just my general close relationship with insomnia, I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a long time. yawn
Well its good you get along with his side of the family. Can you imagine if BOTH sides were against this?
Oh, grrr! My best friend’s husband is a complete and utter Waste of Oxygen! Friend texted me to ask a huge favor - could I help her with some tax forms? As it turns out, WoO had lied. He hadn’t filed their taxes… for the past three years! This is the same guy who has - twice - cleaned out Friend’s business account, and has refused to get a steady job (preferring to let Friend support him when the economy tanked and no one was hiring tennis pros.) He still holds a grudge against my mom and dad, who tried to let Friend and WoO buy a house from them, and then “reneged” on the deal after F&W made no payments for six months. Friend is fighting with some very, very major health issues, and WoO makes no effort to help her - whether something like taking over the cat box duties, or just by avoiding crap that adds to her stress.
I will help with the taxes, unless they get too complicated for my limited abilities. And I will happily do it for Friend. But if it were just her husband? I wouldn’t cross the street to piss in his ear if his head were on fire.
I’m not completely sure if it would apply in this case, but I thought I’d ask. Did she let him “handle” taxes & finances for religious reasons? The IRS has certain exceptions / procedures in such cases. (Seeing as how they are still together, it might still be tricky to apply)
Oh, shit, that would truly suck! :eek: You shut your filthy mouth! I guess it really would end up being a Romeo/Juliet “you’n’me against the world” dynamic, which is frankly unhealthy no matter what.
I found out at least one reason his relationship with his mom is so different from mine with mine: he apparently feels no need to hide anything from her. She knows ALL the shit my parents are pulling … and apparently still likes me anyway! (I figured, in her position, most people would think, “Wow, if they’re both so racist and controlling and irrational, what kind of monster would they have raised?” but apparently she just doesn’t roll like that.)
Frankly, I am so totally over worrying about my parents’ reactions, stressing over what their next move might be, feeling like they’re treating me like a helpless child etc. etc. and changing the locks so that they can only enter my home as my invited guests was one of the best things I’ve done recently. What good is money if it can’t at least buy some peace of mind?
About the only card they have left to play is to try to use my friends against me. Because of our respective work schedules, none of them have met him in person yet, so it’s my word against my parents’ that he’s a good person who treats me well. Unfortunately, he does have an arrest record and a babymama and thus does not come across as any sort of angel on paper, so they have ample opportunity to poison the well. Sorry, Dopers, he ain’t a saint. You know what, though?
I don’t care. I really don’t. Not about his priors, not about his out-of-wedlock son or his predictably-dysfunctional relationship with the kid’s mother, none of it. I know lots of people here and IIRL think I should care, or that there’s something wrong with me that I don’t, but there it is.
That sucks to have to stand by and watch, Lacunae Matata. I wonder if - between the health stuff and her other stresses - it seems like to much trouble to DTMFA? 
By the way, thanks for “fixing” the piss/fire phrasing for me. On the rare occasions I used it, I just said something like “I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire” and thought it sounded vaguely overly-sexual i.e. a golden showers type thing. For some reason, including the ear part seems to help that, at least in my brain.
Not religious reasons, but physical ones. Friend is a 20-year cancer survivor, but treatment left her with long-term health problems, including memory and attention deficits. Even before chemo and radiation, she wasn’t great with numbers, so she just doesn’t trust herself to manage anything more complicated than balancing her checking account (and even then, she’ll send me her figures for me to proof.)
When she comes over tomorrow to drop off her records, I’m going to talk to her about maybe giving me her bank log-ins, so I can keep an eye on things for her. And if there’s any way to tactfully suggest it? I’ll try to convince her to take WoO’s name off of her business accounts. If she needs a second person to be able to perform transactions, in case of emergency, she knows she can add me if necessary, or her sister (but sis lives in another state, so I’d probably be the more logical signatory. And Friend knows that she can trust me with her finances… too bad she can’t say the same about her own husband! And yes, I think she’s just too stressed lately to DTMFA, purplehorseshoe. She needs to, though.)
I’ve taken down my facebook tonight, we’ll see how long I last. Its probably not my most mature, sane or wisest move ever, but I had to do something tonight to try and put my mind to rest.
I don’t know what’s the truth. Either I’m making poor financial decisions and shouldn’t be rushing into buying this house, or my parents are misguided well-meaning control freaks who wouldn’t be happy no matter what I fucking do and how I do it, so they can fuck off and assume I’ve defriended and blocked them. The more I tried to reassure them, the more they’ve turned the info against me.
They think we shouldn’t get a joint mortgage. To be blunt, we’ll lose the house we’ve just had an offer accepted on if we don’t.
They think there’s such a thing as me buying half a house, and my fiance getting mortgage for the other half. I think that’s what’s known as a joint mortgage with a 50% deposit.
I’m stressed out my box, so a FB break is probably a good idea anyway. Although its going to drive my mum fucking mad and cause drama when she notices.
TLDR - think the whole estranged parents thing referenced earlier in thread sounds okay.
No, Student, we did NOT have a conversation where I said “You can argue with me or I can give you the answer.” That is an insulting demand that you stop questioning me, and no strategic advice.
The conversation we had was “You can argue with me, or we can talk about how to get questions right.” That was a request to stop arguing with me and an offer to discuss the problems you were having understanding the material as well as the strategy behind answering questions.
The fact that you summarized the latter as the former tells me you’re probably not much of a critical reader, either.
Kitty was adopted but it was not by me alas.
RANT 1:
I don’t want to come to Jesus. I don’t want to go to Jesus. I don’t want to run, walk, jump, skip, hop to Jesus. I sure as hell don’t want to do with it you at least. Because while Jesus was probably a nice guy, you are a fucking asshole and Jesus would have told you to get lost. He said love thy neighbor, not show at thy neighbor’s door and tell her she is going to hell if she does not come to Jesus.
RANT 2:
Lady from the power company, do not fucking call me up without permission and proceed to praise your goddamned warrantee protection thingy. Do not tell me it will cover any problems with the furnace or other house relate thingy. Do not fucking lie to me and tell me that I’m lying when it tell you that it does not, in fact, cover anything furnace related and I tell you I had to fucking shell out five thousand dollars for a new fucking furnace just a few months ago. You are a lying asshole and worse a fucking telemarketer who deserves to get a job as a door to door Jesus annoyer.
Or, you could just give each of them the other’s contact information…
Charmingly evil.
It’s not even 8am and I have another hysterical email from my mother begging me not to take the signed papers to the mortgage adviser. And saying I should never have been given a mortgage.
Nice.