Watson: Wish I could be as prolific as you, my friend, but the only words that come to mind are “What a fucking BITCH!”
StarvinMarvin: I’ve seen you around the board a lot since you registered last week. Do me a favor. Learn (and practice) tact, thought, and comprehension. Thanks.
egkelly: Your exhusband is not a jerk. If you want to hear about jerky exhusbands, I suggest you start talking to Kellibelli. You may just want to remarry him after hearing about “Shitboy”.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
I feel the need to drop my own two cents in here. My mother (the saint) and father (the drunk) got divorced when I was four years old. My mother NEVER said a bad thing about him until I was 18 and older. AND THAT WAS A PRETTY REMARKABLE FEAT!! He always seemed like a great guy to me, when he visited us (one to four times a year). He stayed at a hotel sometimes, but near the end he stayed with us)
among other things…
He was a big time alcoholic
his child support was $50.00 month/kid - four kids.
Every Christmas our gift from him was (any guesses?..) $50.00 a kid! He basically F’d my mother out of child support when she probably needed it the most!
Other things that I don’t want to mention here.
Again, my mother (the saint) NEVER said a bad thing about him… NOT ONLY THAT…
His alcoholism and his 50+ years of chain smoke caused him to have a stroke. Left side of his body… gone. She still took him in to our house so he wouldn’t have to spend holidays alone. (He lived in Oklahoma City, my family lives in a little town about 200 miles away) Someone in my family would go get him and bring him to our house. He was incontintent among other things. She would bath him and clean him and send him back home full of nourishment for the first time since his last visit. When he got so bad he had to be in a nursing home (The VA nursing home at that, because he was too cheap to use any other insurance that might get him better care) she made arrangements for him to be moved closer to our home town. Finally when he got real bad, and was admitted into the hospital for what would be the final time, she had him moved to the hospital in our town so he could die knowing his kids were near by, and hopefully with a little dignity… a lot more than he deserved. I live in Atlanta, and the call came shortly thereafter she made the final decision to remove life support because his quality of life was gone.
Geez, now that I’ve gone on long enough, what am I trying to say?
My parents got divorced when I was less than a year old. My mom and dad never had anything but negative things to say about each other. It sucked. Made me feel guilty for loving them. I saw my dad once a year… your kids are lucky as hell to see their dad every 2 weeks. 2500 miles makes parenthood harder.
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Sorry if I’m hijacking yer thread here egkelly, but to respond to ChrisCTP – I’m not sure if characterizing the anti-wife as, “A fucking bitch,” is sufficient or insufficient, and to be quite honest I just don’t have time to give it much thought. I sure as hell hope she ain’t expectin’ cards and letters and thoughtful little baubles though. Or maybe I do hope she’s expectin’ those things, and feels the lack. It takes too much energy to worry about it either way.
And in a way she did me a favor by clearin’ out the place on her way. Needing a whole bunch of furniture in a hurry finally got me off my arse to put the wood shop I built fer my company to my own use, and there’s scarcely a stick of furniture in the house now that I didn’t design and build myself. The place fits together seamlessly, and the kids are so inspired by my ‘build, don’t buy’ approach that my 7 year-old son is building a bookcase of his own design fer his bedroom (a funnier lookin’ thing ye’ve never seen, but his pride of authorship is contagious), and my 4 year-old daughter has set me to work on a dollhouse that will fairly dwarf the one her best friend got fer Christmas.
A little adversity, properly approached, is a strengthening experience, and I think old William C. Bryant was on to something when he said that, "Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness . . . "
Dr. Watson
“If any man seeks for greatness, let him forget greatness and ask for truth, and he will find both.” – Horace Mann
My husband and I get along wonderfully with my daughters father. But when it comes to the gift giving thing it is when she wants to buy him something, or she wants him to buy her something to give to me.
We also get along great with my husbands ex and her family, but we take that pretty far because we do big group birthday parties together and christmas exchanges. It works nice that way because between the houses we share thier daughter, and then we have two children that are her brother and sister, then the ex has three that are from after the divorce and I have two from prior to our marriage.
Eight children between the families, and it is nice because they don’t have to go throught what most of us went through with our own parents. They get alot of support, and they also don’t get away with too much because there are four people watching over them! LOL
His ex was actually there for the birth of our last child! Odd but nice.
Now, my sons father I would rather spit on then look at, but that is between him and I, and not our son, so we at least keep it civil as we can in front of him.
I have been on both sides of the coin in this one. My parents split when I was three, and it got messy at times, but they didn’t try to bad mouth each other until we were all old enuff to make our own oppions. Their parents were a different story.
How is this for my second post? You all got a part of my life story! LOL