Tag: Love

I saw something posted on Facebook tonight. I’ve tried to let it go, but as my mother used to say, “It’s just making my blood boil!”

This is probably *the* safest place to make any kind of a rant, although as a good friend pointed out it will probably still not be heard. That’s ok.. this is for me, really. All of you out there who don’t feel like delving into drama… click away….

Pretty sure I’m going to break some of these suggestions/rules….

What’s digging in my craw about that first sign is that the person who posted it has broken just about every “rule” there is on that board. Now maybe she’s hoping for redemption if she simply hangs it on her wall, but babycakes, when you really LIVE by the rules, the shit you’ve pulled just doesn’t fly!

Let’s start with second chances, shall we? How generous of you to give two whole chances. I’m guessing you’ve forgotten the hundreds of chances you were/are given? I am being a little literal here, but I’m still giving you chances.

“We respect each other”. I’m wondering how being bailed out when you are in a pinch and then slapping the hand that helped you up is, in any way, being respectful. Were you “respectful” when you were given an car and then neglected to communicate with the people who bought it for you? Those same people who helped to raise you and loved you without reservation? Just how much “respect” did you show Meemaw and Peepaw? Let’s go a step farther. How about lying to your parents. Over and over and over again. How about swearing that you didn’t do something up until the witnesses on the stand testified otherwise, and then you admitted having done it AFTER the judge declared you guilty… and we’d lost a ton of money we had put up for your defense when you swore you weren’t guilty. Or asking to borrow money, and of your own volition, you offer to pay us back because you “realized that you’d never paid anything back for all the support in the past and that makes you feel bad”.  Apparently not bad enough that you didn’t take ANOTHER chunk of change and then stop talking to us. And it didn’t seem to matter to you that it was the money I’d saved up all year to pay for my HEAT during the winter. Since you live in the South it wasn’t like your ass was going to freeze, so phhht!

“We say I’m sorry” ?? um.. still waiting. Still waiting for you to pick up the phone or text – you know, all those things you could do when you were in trouble and wanted to be bailed out??- and let me know why you didn’t send the  $25.00 a month you’d promised to. To explain what happened. Like, maybe that your school money didn’t arrive, or that you’d spent it on something else, or that there was an emergency, or that you’d really needed cash for X.  Just some kind of explanation  for why you think it’s ok to fall off the face of the earth.

“We keep promises”  ??? I think I’ve covered that one… and if not…see above with reference to $25.00.

Let’s move on to “I love you”. Which I always have. I feel as though I supported you, and tried to teach you how to be a good person who was self sufficient and able to care for herself and her future family. Instead, you ran to anyone who would hopefully make your life easier and told them whatever they needed to hear to get on their good side. Do I still love you. Of course I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t see the behavior pattern. Do I like you? Well, not so much right now to be perfectly honest.

And finally, “We are Family”. I sure would like to know your definition of that word. I think your father and siblings would as well.  But since you seem to have made the choice to solely align with your “Southern” family, then so be it.  After all, I’ve always said it was your life and you were welcome to make any choice you feel is necessary for you. Of course, the same applies for me. With that said, I wish you well. You were my sunshine, now you can go be theirs.