Wonderful Lady, crappy kids. What do you do?

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Men, have you ever been prowling the net and located a fantastically attractive lady who is single and who seems available and started up a good conversation with her and have everything going well, like she’s within travel distance to meet, seems to like you, has many interests that match yours, and just generally turns you on? Have you ever done this in the real world, where you meet such a lady in a bar, at the beach, in a store or whatever and get real interested and hopeful because she hits all of the right nerves you have?

Then have you suddenly discovered that she has a couple of kids? Not just kids but UGLY boys which leads you to believe that their daddy had to be a knuckle dragger? You can tell by looking at their pictures that they just have to get into trouble and probably are on the grade school principals most troublesome list? Then there is no doubt, once you meet them, that not only do they not like you but probably no one else either. So, what do you do?

If you want a serious relationship with the fantastic lady, then the kids come along also. She turns you on to the degree that you want more than just a casual encounter but her kids turn you off. I mean these are NOT the usual cute little tikes one often sees but appear to be those destined to spend much time in Bubba’s Booze and Flooze when they get older and probably frequent guests of the State. Not to mention that she has this little tendency to let them run wild. So, what do you do?

Dump the girl reluctantly and hope to fine one like her without someone else’s demon seed?

Stay with the girl and urge that the daddy take the kids?

Stay there and try to whip the kids into line?

Leave leaflets about adoption around the house?

Run screaming into the night?

Stay and get ulcers because her idea of child discipline and yours don’t match at all and hope the kids turn 18 and leave?

I had that dilemma once. Absolutely gorgeous lady, turned me on all over the place, sweet and nice, just a wonderful girl but she had these two little hellions of ages 8 and 9 from an ex-boyfriend whose knuckles not only dragged the ground but wore false teeth at 25 from having most of his knocked out in bar fights. Her idea of controlling the little darlings was mainly to say no, which they promptly ignored and when I came into their lives, with my loud voice, ORDERING them to stop doing some stuff and grabbing them physically, they did not like that at all. One keyed my car. They made a fuss when I had to take them to dinner with us and annoyed everyone in the restaurant. I had to shake them down after going to a department store to make sure half of the merchandise did not walk out with them, unpaid for, and taking them on an outing to a park to try to be nice usually involved me having to keep them from smacking or shoving the other kids.

I reluctantly left and some girl I know bitched at me about it, claiming that I should have accepted the little bastards if I wanted the lovely lady. I just couldn’t. I miss her but not those two future thugs of America.

All right, men. What would you have done?

The Night Watch always knows things.

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**Don’t think about it, don’t hesitate, don’t dawdle, but RUN!

Run as fast as you can in the OPPOSITE direction and DON’T EVER look back!! RUN as if the hounds of hell were baying at your heels! RUN as if Roseanne Barr were going to be your mother-in-law! RUN as if Elvira, Mistress of the Night is awaiting you with open arms at the finish line!**

You can thank me later. I’ve had the offspring of fine ladies chase me away several times because I knew if I stayed around I might be forced to commit violence upon their mean little bones, driven to it by their INSANE little brains and, besides, I figured out that if those BEAUTIFUL and DESIRABLE women could produce such nasty kids, then I did not want to mix my genes with theirs.

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The sig line killing me. WHAT things? Thursdays are trash days? Snow level 3200 feet next week? WHAT? Thanks, I feel better now.

[Advice]
No chance this life on getting them shipped to Daddy unless he’s married again, raking it in, and really wants them.

If you think you are up to the challenge of raising them, and if you and sweetie can come to a meeting of minds over how that should be done, then it might work. Of course, I’d rather set my hair on fire and put it out with a sledge hammer, but different strokes.

Otherwise, do yourself, her, and the kids a favor and let her down easy but honest. I ran into a mild version of this a couple years back, and I knew there was no way I could put up with the little vermin. Her loving 7 year old kicked me in the head when I leaned over to say hello. My girlfriend got all bent out of shape when I suggested we could just build them a kennel out back. It was downhill after that. Don’t put yourself through it.
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Good luck.

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Don’t think about it, don’t hesitate, don’t dawdle, but RUN!

Those words are almost impossible to improve upon.

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I’m a woman with a grown kid. I agree with the others: run. The kids will always come first; if the ex-whatever is still around, you may have to deal with THAT. YOu don’t say how old the kids are, but sounds like they’re a lost cause. If she let’s them run wild, you and she will either argue big time over it, or you’ll end up trying to discipline them (which she may not like), and get into a similar situation as before. Think about it this way: she may seem like a fantastic woman, but if the kids are hellions and she lets them run wild, doesn’t that say something about her? She won’t seem so fantastic after bitching you out for calling her kids “brats.” There are lots of fantastic women out there; keep looking.

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ditto

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Gee, I dunno…maybe try to set some type of example?

And of course, if they get fat, spank the tar outta them.

Too bad for the little tykes that they didnt get your superior genes.

You are an asshole.

If anyman I dated ever put his hands on one of my boys, I would gut him like a fish, and pour iodine on him while he lay dying at my feet.

I would have keyed your car too, you arrogant fucker! Who the hell put you in charge of reforming them? If they shoplift, dont take them shopping…if they dont behave at the park, same deal. Setting a calm patient MANLY example will get you farther than

Whatever…I am wasting my time on you.

If you ever breed, I hope they turn out just like you!

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Well gee, I think Kelli has confirmed the correctness of our advice.

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KELLIBELLI is someone whom probably would be considered for mandatory sterilization if such a project ever arises.

The Night Watch always knows things.

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Sycorax:

I agree, and just think, she has reproduced! Now that is scary!

The Night Watch always knows things.

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Nitwatch…shut the fuck up. Please. NO ONE should have mandatory sterilization against their will. Ever.

And that’s all I have to say.

“There is no worse lie than a truth misunderstood by those who hear it.” - William James

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FALCON:

Good. Keep it that way. If I want your opinion I’ll rattle your cage, until then, shut the fuck up. Mark was right, most FAT chicks are bitchy.

The Night Watch always knows things.

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Off topic butI wonder if anybody has ever told NITWATCH2 that a Nit is the name for a baby LOUSE.

Peace
t lion

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Nit…if ever there was a FUCKING candiate for sterilization, it’s you. But…even if I can’t stand you, I won’t say what you have to have done to yourself. Grow up.

Oh, and btw? I’m not bitchy, just opinionated. Last I checked, I was allowed, whether you “rattle my cage” or not. And SO sorry I’m too fat for you…but your alter-ego Mark said it was okay, since I have health problems. Make up your fucking mind.

“There is no worse lie than a truth misunderstood by those who hear it.” - William James

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I prefer to be called Pleasantly Plump… however… knit… or knat or whatever the hell you are going by…I am not bitchy until some asshole makes me that way. Hell I’d pay to see you sterilized you fool.

I opened the door, and look who I found. Damn I’m good

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Don’t worry about it, Sue. I doubt he ever gets laid anyway.

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Okay, foolishly and forcibly dragging this back on topic…

The sweet, foxy lady is a cuddly love muffin who has baggage (i.e. the kids from hell) and you both have some issues to settle. Preparing to be flamed by all, but birthing kids and socializing/rearing are two different issues.

Are you ready to make a long-haul, no easy outs commitment to the lady and her/your kids? Is she/are they ready to recogize you as a permanent, strong presence? (BTW, you don’t have to be infallible and all-wise. You do have to be rock-solid there and reliably there.

If your sweet lady can’t allow you a permanet place is her and her children’s life, then bail. Quickly. You’re either family or not. If you’re family, then you have the right and obligation to give those kids the guidance and structure they need.

Either you’re a dad–or not. If your lady can’t give you the room to claim that role, then it won’t work. With families, you’re in for better or worse and the longest, most rewarding haul there is. Unfortunately, there’s no half measure.

Responsibilities have to equal rights. No responsibility without authority. And you and your lady have to be a unified unit for the kids. Anything less won’t work for you as a couple or for the kids.

Veb

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Hey NitWit. Wrong again…thank you for playing! I am not fat, far from it, but I am a major bitch, especially when it comes to males like you who contaminate the gene pool. Do us all a favor and drown yourself in the scum that brought you to us.

I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!

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Ah yes, the fat brigade has belched forth with more insults, something they seem unusually good at. I’m not Mark, because he was more polite with you BIGladies until he left. I find no reason to be so, medical reasons or not.(You all certainly ripped him up when he stated he was disabled, so why sould I be sympathetic with yours?)

THE LION or pussycat, whatever you choose to call yourself:
The full name is NightWatch, but I had to shorten it to use it as a passname anywhere because others have it. Besides, who gives a flying fuck what you think anyhow?

Canadiansue:
Flapping those fat lips again, ain’t you? I hope you have not reproduced. Just what this world needs is more opinionated, mouthy, fat, bitchy bitches clogging up the world.

TVEBLEM:
Actually, the post was written with some humor applied. (Something FAT bitches miss a lot.) No amount of being friendly, courteous, kind, caring or jolly got through to these little hellions and even mom could not control them. As of this writing, the cops and Family Services have gotten involved because the little bastards thought it would be fun to try and derail a train – they failed but got caught – then the sweet things got caught breaking into a mobile home in a neighboring trailer park.

I love kids, having nieces and nephews of my own that I dote on and thoroughly spoil, but they listen.

Hey, there ARE bad little bastards out there no matter what anyone says and I don’t have to put up with some creep’s demented offspring just because bleeding hearts cry out in anguish ‘he’s JUST a kid.’ I know one lady who could not control her little boy, who, when she tried, ran to school, crying that she beat him and social services and the stupid teacher got involved and said she dasen’t touch the kid, who learning this, proceeded to wreck her home, torture her animals and ruin her business. She ASKED to have him removed from her home but HRS said no. So, her daughters, who were not covered in the restrictions, started taking the little monster out behind the barn and stomping him into the ground on their own. He STILL didn’t learn and eventually fled to live with his drug dealing, using, ex-con dad in another state. Everyone was relieved.

The Night Watch always knows things.

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AH! The PURPLEWHORE speaketh;

Did I mention you in any way, shape or form? Did I ask you to come forth from your fetid cesspool and give me lip? If I want any lip from you, I’ll scrape it off of my zipper. In fact, I don’t recall bitching at or about you in any posts, mistakenly thinking that you actually happened to be intelligent, which was probably an error. Crawl back into your cave with your fat friends and feed them some more chocolates and lard.

The Night Watch always knows things.