I was laughing at his description of grilling out.
You weren't rude, I totally got what you meant and I thought Jacks description was pretty funny too. Nobody needs to feel badly here. And Trapt, keep coming back to my thread, I could use the man energy you bring to the table.
It's just not how I feel today. No, I'm not a wuss. I just grieve for my daughters who have a broken family. I went through 2 divorces with my dad. It sucks to be a kid in this kind of mess.
Jack, if you had gotten divorced I think you'd feel the same way about your boys. You're family was lucky that their parents got their shiit together before D-Day.
I will have a great life. And I'll make sure my daughters understand that a real man goes through adversity with honor.
I went through 2 divorces with my dad. It sucks to be a kid in this kind of mess.
I think I should explain more about these divorces.
When I was 5, my mom divorced my dad. In the 60's she wasn't really able to keep me so my (mean) paternal grandmother got custody of me. Not my dad.
Dad and I lived with his mom dad and brothers.
As I understand it, my mother came to visit me and when she did she was treated like Shiit. Eventually she stopped coming but would stand on the corner near our house so she could see me. As a result my grandmother kept me in the house to spite her.
I never saw her again. All I ever heard in my childhood was what a whore she was. As I was told later, she died when I was 17
Mother #2 was ok for a couple years. Then she decided that my Dad's cousin was her real love and ran off with him. That broke up the family again but with 2 more kids.
She stayed with him but I was put in the position of 'snitch'. I withdrew.
I want to impart upon you one thing, because you are wrong about one thing.
I would not have felt bad for my boys. I wouldn't have allowed that, I would have built and was in process of building the best life I could provide for them. Feeling bad for them, meant I would have let them feel bad for themselves, and I see that leading to a life of excuses.
I felt bad for them during it, when I was feeling bad for myself. But not after I starting playing the cards that I was dealt.
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My God, do you learn. - C.S. Lewis
Life is usually all about how you handle Plan B. - Jack3Beans
Listen without defending; Speak without offending - FaithinAK
I want to impart upon you one thing, because you are wrong about one thing.
I would not have felt bad for my boys. I wouldn't have allowed that, I would have built and was in process of building the best life I could provide for them. Feeling bad for them, meant I would have let them feel bad for themselves, and I see that leading to a life of excuses.
I felt bad for them during it, when I was feeling bad for myself. But not after I starting playing the cards that I was dealt.
