An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
If you’ve been coming around here for a while, you’ve probably noticed the lack of REAL posting going on. If you’re fairly new, then you wouldn’t have noticed. I’ll just tell ya, I use to post….a LOT! Some was actual WORK, some was frivolous, but there was always something I felt I just HAD to share, whether news, opinion, or just for chuckles. That changed.
Over the last couple of years, it seems I’ve been living in a bad soap opera. Catastrophic illnesses (wrong diagnosis, cancer), surgeries (taking out parts of the Mr, my knee replacement), friends dying, and the list goes on. The most recent was what I described in a post on May 12 as a ‘family crisis’. Understatement!
You see, I went to Texas to play GG Bat and baby sit the Spud. The day I arrived, I got attitude from my eldest granddaughter, mother of said Spud. And I do mean ATTITUDE! Like it was my fault she had warrants to deal with, for the sake of her own future, not to mention the baby’s? They were for misdemeanors, and should have been easily dealt with, but just in case, I took time out of my life, and drove 700 miles to help her, and my daughter, take care of the baby.
I arrived around 3 in the afternoon, and with my hands full, managed to opened the door to the house. The first thing I hear… “Don’t you ever knock?” Seriously? I don’t recall her getting up off her ass to help me, so I’d say she had nothing to say in the matter, and it wasn’t her place to question whether or not I knock on the door to my daughter’s house! After I managed not to smack the crap out of her, I sit down on the couch (it’s a long drive for an aging ol’ broad), and the next thing that comes out of her mouth…. “I’m not giving up my room for you!” I don’t recall asking her to do any such thing. She hadn’t said hello, no hug, nothing. Just jumped me from the second I walked in the door. I told her that was up to her mother, as it was HER house, and she would make the decision. I had no problem sleeping on the couch for a couple of days.
She went and woke up the baby from his nap, which naturally made him cranky, handed him off, and sat down to continue her bitching. That’s what it was….bitching. She took him back, bounced him around like a ragdoll, and continued. Me, being me, told her to knock it off. I’ve found it’s impossible to have a rational conversation with a narcissistic sociopath. (Think Obama.) Attempting to explain that if she has legal issues, she needs to deal with them now. “I don’t want to.” Yeah, well, sometimes, life doesn’t give you a a choice, and it’s time to start acting like a grown up!
Around 5, my daughter arrived home from work, and once again, Spud was handed off. She had barely gotten in the door, and had a baby in her arms. We sat down, discussed the issue that had prompted this trip, and a short time later, Jr vanishes. We saw her once, when she came into the living room to grab the carrier. We thought nothing of it at the time.
Ick got home around 11, as it was his bowling night. He and Jr had been texting back and forth most of the evening, and apparently were going to talk when he got home. He went back to her room, but she wasn’t there. Now, this isn’t uncommon for her, as she often would take walks at all hours, so he thought nothing of it. I started getting a really sick feeling in my stomach. I went and looked in the baby’s room, pull the blanket back…and no baby. Ok, so her stupidity reigns rampant, and she takes a 2 month old baby out in the middle of the night for a walk. Brat and I jumped in her truck, and started going up and down the streets of the neighborhood. The longer we drove, the worse that feeling got.
We drove into town from both directions, stopped at c-stores to ask if anyone had seen her with the baby. No one had. Finally, we called the police. Our fear was for the baby…at this point, what Jr did was irrelevant, but concern for Spud was rampant! You see, Jr, as much as I love her, and always will, is not a rational person. I wasn’t kidding when I said sociopath. That was the diagnosis. The world revolves around her, and her wants, and to hell with anyone, and everyone else. Our fear was that she would hurt Spud, out of spite.
We spent the next 48 hours, dealing with police, with no resolution. She was of age. Yeah? So? There was a 2 month old baby involved here, and why didn’t they care about HIS well being? During this time, we learned from her younger sister that the previous weekend, she had taken off in the middle of the night, leaving HER alone with Spud, and meeting guys she had ‘met’ on the internet. SP might be 13, but she is emotionally immature, and is NOT capable of dealing with a baby, or a crisis, should one occur. That particular weekend was Brat and Ick’s 15th wedding anniversary, and they THOUGHT they were leaving a responsible person in charge of their youngest daughter. How wrong they were! 20/20 hind sight. To put it bluntly, all trust has been lost, and may never be regained.
On Saturday, Jr started communicating with Brat, first through texts, then on the phone…she was happy, all was well, could she come spend Mother’s Day with her, maybe spend the night? Well, ok….then, as Ick was leaving to go pick her up, from some convenience store (so we wouldn’t know exactly where she was), she texted and said she couldn’t come. Really? Who said so? Apparently, the loony tune she got herself involved with is a complete control freak. He didn’t want her out of his sight. Ever want to beat the crap out of someone? Yeah…that was one of those moments!
I had spent a small fortune on roses for her on her first Mother’s Day. It wasn’t the money that was wasted, it was the fact she had shoved a knife in all our backs, for some stranger.
Due to Jr’s irresponsible actions, CPS was finally called. The woman who came out listened to the entire story, the leaving alone, the taking off, the mental issues, and a variety of other things of concern. She told us she was opening an emergency case, and would do her best to find Jr. Did you know that CPS is about as useless as teats on a boar? Well, we found out, the hard way.
They did NOT find her…..WE did! We gave them the information, and they did………….NOTHING!
Apparently, she got bamboozled by some dipwad on the internet, and took off to move in with him….a guy she had NEVER LAID EYES ON IN HER LIFE! We’ve all heard the stories of girls getting taken in by predators on the internet, so why anyone with such a high IQ would get sucked in like that, is totally beyond me. Luckily for her, he wasn’t a mad butcher, or some such, but he apparently has as many mental issues as she does. Great combination, eh? 28, living with him mom, no job, nothing, and she thinks this is love?
The CPS worker went over there, and apparently, started telling LIES about my daughter. This we learned later. We finally figured out her concern for Spud’s well being was non existent! She informed my daughter that this was a ‘good Christian family, and everyone was ok’. Yeah? SO? What are we? That wasn’t the point! They were total strangers, and honestly, after dealing with that woman, none of us believed a word she said. My daughter finally went to the Sheriff’s office, and filed charges against Jr for leaving SP alone. It was up to the D.A. whether or not he’d take on the case. For some reason, apparently, all 13 year olds are mature enough to be left alone with a small baby overnight. BULLSHIT!
At one point, Ick was allowed to go see her, no one else mind you….just Ick, thanks to the bungling of CPS, only he, and those white trailer park trash were on Jr’s ‘safety plan list’. He took her to the store to get the baby some diapers, and other much needed items. They hadn’t been gone but 20 minutes before the woman called her and told her she needed to call the dipwad cuz he hadn’t heard from her…in 20 freakin’ minutes! I can tell you, by the time Ick got home there was fire coming out of his ears!
After 5 weeks of this BS, she finally called again, and wanted to come spend Father’s Day with the family, and maybe spend the night. After some wrangling, it was finally agreed to, and Ick was getting ready to walk out the door…again. She called, said she couldn’t spend the night, but could spend a couple of hours. Once again…that need to beat the crap out of someone came over me. But he did go pick her up. Within 20 minutes of leaving trailer park trash, she gets a phone call from dipwad saying it was over. Apparently, he went through her computer, and found that she had the audacity to actually speak to friends she had known long before he came into the picture.
People like that shouldn’t be allowed to live, much less reproduce. We learned that he had a child whose mother refused to allow him to see. I don’t blame her at all! There were drugs involved in that issue. It also seems that he took her iPhone, that Ick paid full price for, and sold it to buy drugs. Oh, he gave her $20 of it to buy diapers, but he kept the rest of the money. I rather doubt Ick will ever see the money that piece of shit owes, for the phone, and the cut off charges he had to pay.
So, they finally are back home, and Spud was not doing what babies at that stage are suppose to be doing. We learned he wasn’t allowed to cry over there. Really? How do you stop a baby from crying? I have many words for that son of a bitch, but I’ll refrain…for the moment. He didn’t smile, never laughed, and was rather thin. Needless to say, we were extremely worried about his development.
I’m happy to report, that despite the emotional neglect he suffered during his time away, he is now developing at almost the normal rate. I pray there will be no long term effects.
Oddly enough, to the consternation of us all, Jr decided she wanted to ‘get back together’ with the trailer park trash? Why? How the hell should I know? She’s crazy? Well, thankfully, that didn’t work out, and now, she’s attempting to get enrolled in Job Corps, where, we hope, she will learn a skill so she can support herself, and Spud, when she’s ready.
Because she isn’t 22, and is living with her mother, she is not eligible for food stamps. Seriously? Parents can keep their ‘children’ on their health insurance till they are 26, but a young mother can’t get food stamps to feed her child? Brat has taken a leave of absence from her job, thanks to Jr’s selfish actions, so their income has been cut by a large chunk, yet… Perhaps if Jr got a real good tan, and no habla engles, they’d reconsider? Just a thought. We pay taxes, and I have NO problem having my granddaughter getting use of them, rather than some illegal criminal.
So, you see? My priorities haven’t been posting about politics. My priority has been my family. To say my stress level has gone through the roof in the last couple of years, and hit the moon over the last few months, would be an understatement. Have I recovered? To be totally honest…no, actually, I haven’t. Perhaps it’s due to the stress, perhaps it’s something else, but I’ve developed some rather annoying physical ailments that involves quite a bit of pain. And that’s not counting the ear infections I’ve been trying to get rid of for the past month.
There is more, but I’m sure you get the jist of the situation. I have found that putting together jigsaw puzzle on the computer is a good way to keep from dwelling. Also, blowing up lines of stuff is good too. And yes, I read a lot as well.