What ever happened to...
That is a question that I often ask about the people that I was close to in my youth. I'm sure we all do. I am so glad that I have found and reconnected with some (and one in particular) of those people. I couldn't be happier that they are grown and responsible with lives of their own. I amazes me more and more every day.
Then I have days where I find out that some of these friends did not fare as well as I did, nor even as well as I had hoped for them that they would. I am shocked and appalled to hear what some of them are going through these days, and the factthat they do not see what good people they are and that they do not deserve these terrible things to happen to them. For others i am even more shocked at what horrible human beings they have become. What kind of world do we live in that a beautiful girl who was a bit on the boy crazy side, but had a heart of gold, now has lost custody of her child and is making no effort to get it back. Because she doesn't have the time. Fuck That!
How do these things happen to our friends. Where were the people that were supposed to care for and love them to make sure that that kind of shit doesn't happen. What of the one that is perfectly happy to be moving to another state so that she and her children can stop having to answer the questions of "where did you get those bruises?" instead she will move across the country with the man who keeps giving them to her. What of her family that should be keeping her locked in their home with her kids so that she does not have to endure that any more. Why would you allow that to happen to your child! And what will become of the boys who are taught by their dad that this is the proper way to treat your wife.
And last but not least, the girl who thought she had it all, and now has a deadbeat husband that cannot keep her and their children in a home, but is willing to pay the exorbitant fees at the swingers clubs. How did she who thought she was a princess end up with the toad after all. Perhaps because she wasn't the princess that she thought she was.
How was I so lucky to find the man that I truly love. Iwas the one that everyone thought would grow up to be a 45 year old virgin with 75 cats and too fat to get out of bed and feed them. I knew this is what people thought, but I didn't care. I love myself for who I am and I have a family that loves and supports me in everything that I do. Maybe that's the difference. My parents were parents, they weren't my best friends, not were they my dictators. I do count them amongst my friends now, but I am 26 years old. And when they need to be parents they are.
My brothers had those same parents though and they turned out to be two of the biggest shitheads on the face of the planet. Granted one of them is finally growing up as far as he tells us, but I still have a hard time beleiving it. The other one, well I'm just waiting to get the call telling me and my parents to come and ID him. Sad but true. They are a study in Nature vs Nurture. Both of my brothers were raised by my dad, but they each had a fdifferent father. They only each met hteir fathers a total of like 6 times between the 2 of them. Amazing then that they both act just like them. They were raised to be good men who loved their women and took care of their families. Neither of them does this.
So maybe luck does have something to do with it after all. That scares the piss out of me. What happens if we do everything right, and my beautiful innocent be ends up like my brother. I cannot imagine the pain my mother endures every day knowing that the beautiful little boy that she loved and raised turned out to be the abusive, drug addicted thieving bastard that he is. Or like the other one, whom it took until he was 29 and out of prison again to finally grow up. That's what scares me. My parents did everything right and in the end it didn't help. I guess all I can do is ask the gods to watch over my Button and keep him safe. In the end he will be who he is and nothing anyone does can change it.
Sorry a little down today, I will be more cheery in the next one I promise.
Then I have days where I find out that some of these friends did not fare as well as I did, nor even as well as I had hoped for them that they would. I am shocked and appalled to hear what some of them are going through these days, and the factthat they do not see what good people they are and that they do not deserve these terrible things to happen to them. For others i am even more shocked at what horrible human beings they have become. What kind of world do we live in that a beautiful girl who was a bit on the boy crazy side, but had a heart of gold, now has lost custody of her child and is making no effort to get it back. Because she doesn't have the time. Fuck That!
How do these things happen to our friends. Where were the people that were supposed to care for and love them to make sure that that kind of shit doesn't happen. What of the one that is perfectly happy to be moving to another state so that she and her children can stop having to answer the questions of "where did you get those bruises?" instead she will move across the country with the man who keeps giving them to her. What of her family that should be keeping her locked in their home with her kids so that she does not have to endure that any more. Why would you allow that to happen to your child! And what will become of the boys who are taught by their dad that this is the proper way to treat your wife.
And last but not least, the girl who thought she had it all, and now has a deadbeat husband that cannot keep her and their children in a home, but is willing to pay the exorbitant fees at the swingers clubs. How did she who thought she was a princess end up with the toad after all. Perhaps because she wasn't the princess that she thought she was.
How was I so lucky to find the man that I truly love. Iwas the one that everyone thought would grow up to be a 45 year old virgin with 75 cats and too fat to get out of bed and feed them. I knew this is what people thought, but I didn't care. I love myself for who I am and I have a family that loves and supports me in everything that I do. Maybe that's the difference. My parents were parents, they weren't my best friends, not were they my dictators. I do count them amongst my friends now, but I am 26 years old. And when they need to be parents they are.
My brothers had those same parents though and they turned out to be two of the biggest shitheads on the face of the planet. Granted one of them is finally growing up as far as he tells us, but I still have a hard time beleiving it. The other one, well I'm just waiting to get the call telling me and my parents to come and ID him. Sad but true. They are a study in Nature vs Nurture. Both of my brothers were raised by my dad, but they each had a fdifferent father. They only each met hteir fathers a total of like 6 times between the 2 of them. Amazing then that they both act just like them. They were raised to be good men who loved their women and took care of their families. Neither of them does this.
So maybe luck does have something to do with it after all. That scares the piss out of me. What happens if we do everything right, and my beautiful innocent be ends up like my brother. I cannot imagine the pain my mother endures every day knowing that the beautiful little boy that she loved and raised turned out to be the abusive, drug addicted thieving bastard that he is. Or like the other one, whom it took until he was 29 and out of prison again to finally grow up. That's what scares me. My parents did everything right and in the end it didn't help. I guess all I can do is ask the gods to watch over my Button and keep him safe. In the end he will be who he is and nothing anyone does can change it.
Sorry a little down today, I will be more cheery in the next one I promise.
posted by SweetMagic1 @ 4:21 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home