It is so nice to have a dog, especially the cutey pie that I got. But never having any kids is as painful as it gets. I also found out that my surrogate DD15, or whatever I term her in my deluded mind, got bounced again to another foster home. That was EXTREMELY deflating news to receive after I debated and 'sweated' calling someone that I figured was her neighbor (she had been up until T-giving she informed me)to atempt to pass along a Merry XMas through her since even if I knew where she was living I am not allowed contact DD15.
Time to do another very short flight and then go see if I can still be gainfully employed as a pilot if I should pass my flight physical. If not then oh well another boulder on top of me.
I am doing my damndest to love her as she is. I really do not overly have some controlling thing to try and correct her and her life. I feel that I let it be as she wishes to make it.
The big thing about her and I that went down yesterday. Is she wanted me to be in firm agreement with me about her continued fancy (which the talk has been going on for some time about .. and i am hoping will dissipate)with her wanting and feeling that it is totally necesaary for her to have plastic surgery for "baby pooch repair" as she put it. It was nice to be asked what my opinion was on it, but she was not prepared to accept what my opinion would be ..and I feel that she should have known or had some idea what my feeling were on the matter as I have not hid them before. It is a vanity thing. For which she has no $ without having to borrow from her next guy or whomever. She is falling victim to the ways of the world.
Chasing after the wind as it were. Believing that her happiness will be found in these vain pursuits. I tell it like it is for ME. For HER..she can have it however she wants it. But she was deeply hirt that I would not budge and side with her that because this was something that "she needs to be happy again" (her foolish remarks) that she was not going tostop hounding me about in an atempt to gain my "support"
Since when is my not agreeing entirely with her views (and thereby having to discard my own and my brain and my R with Jesus) not being supportive. I think that I can be plenty supportive. It seems that her definition of supportive= you must agree with me.
T- My two babies, a boxer and a dachshund, are my kids. My SD24 is now living in another town with her BF and Mom. That probably won't last long and she will be back, she doesn't get along with her Mom and doesn't with any of her BF's for very long either. Even though SD lived with H and I since she was 10 she has too much of her Mom in her, and they act a lot alike. They have the nothing is ever my fault condition.
I am so glad the dogs are here with me because otherwise, I do think I would lose all of my sanity completely.
