March 29
From my brain
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2009
Me 01:59, 29 March 2009 (EDT)
I'm exhausted, but the pains I'm having is keeping me awake. More than that, I don't want to keep Wifey awake either.
2007
Me 06:57, 29 March 2007 (EDT)
So, I let my stepfather have yesterday with both barrels about his recent behavior. I was not about to have any similar events to what happened just over a year and a half ago.
Mom had me come over yesterday to help take her grocery shopping. Apparently Stepfather can't get himself together enough to actually take her there, walk around the store and help her shop. Anyway, we get back, unload the car, and put the majority of the groceries away.
On my way out, I turn back to the two of them, but mostly him.
- "One more thing: If I find out you've been pushing her to hard, making her do to much, or doing anything that isn't absolutely helpful...there will be problems.
- {in some sort of Ghandi like quietness} Don't threaten me.
- "Then do your job. Twelve years ago {and in retrospect, it's 13} you made a promise to me. You were supposed to take care of her. It's not getting done.
- Don't threaten me. {looks to Mom}
{Mom looks down like a scolded dog and mumbles something about not having said anything to prompt this.}
- "Don't look at her about this. This is my doing. You don't want me threatening you, then do what you promised twelve years ago!"
- Don't threaten me. {WTH???}
- "You're just lucky I didn't come here the other day when things were worse. I was not in a good place. You're also damn lucky I'm well-medicated right now because then things would be really bad. Do what you promised twelve years ago and everything will be right."
{I turn to the door. He and Mom exchange glances again.}
- "Oh, and don't you even think of taking any of this out on her in anyway. This is my doing because you're not doing what you said you would. Get it done!"
- {calm voice} "Mom, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I had left GMail open last night, and ended up getting a chat message from Mom:
- 7:50 PM Mom: thank you it's nice to know how much my son loves me
- 7:51 PM he's mad he'll get over it.
We'll see how this all pans out. I honestly just couldn't leave there yesterday not having said something.
Me 07:53, 29 March 2007 (EDT)
I tagged this on the end of a heated discussion we're having in the management forum of the guild, and thought it'd be cool to post here too:
- Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out.
Kinda goes along with the rest of my life anyway.
