My Broken Heart or This is How Not to Treat Your Mother
Christopher's leave has been nothing but heartbreaking. He has been hell bent on hanging out with his punk ass loser underage friends. That's all he wants to do. He caused a fight with me so he could storm out, stay out all night Saturday and get loaded. Then I drove him to my Mom's Sunday (he missed Mass with my Grandmother cause he didn't wake up until 11:15 AM - where ever he spent the night), I didn't want him at my house anymore. I told him not to call or text me anymore either. He treated me like shit and totally disrespected me.
When my Mom got home from work early Sunday - Christopher had a girl in his room that snuck out, only my Mom saw her. Mom told him if he was going to behave like that at her house he could just get out now. He apologized to her and was remorseful.
His Dad picked him up Monday so he could work today and he fucked off and complained and was on his phone all day.
His Dad called me tonight to find out the whole story and wasn't happy when he did. Christopher had plans to come down and stalk my neighborhood again tonight. While I was on the phone with his Father he's texting me saying "Thanks for causing trouble" His Dad put a stop to it.
Christopher has informed me that he hates me and is deleting me from his life.
I'm so glad I bought his plane ticket home and sent him all those care packages and lent all the support by answering his texts and calls and writing him every day and giving love and encouragement when he was in basic & AIT.
He's worse than when he left and I'm crushed.
When I texted him that I doubt any other soldier went home and treated their family like he has and that he should be ashamed. He said he's ashamed to be my son.
Nice huh?
He should be put on the plane to Kentucky now - before he gets into more trouble and causes more hurt.
Update: He did stop by last night and apologized. He admitted he has been a total ass. I got to say my piece. He knows he cannot stay at my house. I reaffirmed that he is on his own and responsible for himself. He's going to apologize to my Mom tonight. He said he loved me and I told him I love him, always will - I just don't like him very much right now. He tried to hug me, "I'm not ready to hug you - but you can kiss me on the cheek".
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5:45 PM ::
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His original flight was canceled due to storms in PA.
He spent 8 hours at Columbia, SC airport.
Ended up taking a prop plane to Charlotte and is now on his final leg to Manchester, NH where his Dad is picking him up at 12:30 AM. He will be staying with Dad for now.
By the, every 5 minute texting I'm receiving, I don't think he's too excited.
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9:15 PM ::
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I petsat last weekend at my Mom's while they went to a wedding in Maryland. Here are some pictures. Julieta did not like that Keegan slept with me - this is how she showed it. She got right up in his spot. As you can see, Keegan wasn't really phased.
Mom took this with her cell phone the day they got home. He was so happy to see his Mama.
I have, in my neighborhood, a mockingbird. He is either in love. or looking for love.
The Son-of-a-Bitch never stops.
Seriously.
Remember that Lionel Ritchie song, All Night Long?
Yea, it's like that.
We don't need no stinkin' full moon. A porch light will do.
I haven't put the A/C in yet, so the windows have been open at night.
I am an animal lover, you all know this. I have an English Budgie in residence. I love birds. "D" is amazed at my useless knowledge of pointing out different species and knowing mating habits.
I'm rather pacifistic at heart, unless you threaten those I love, you can go your merry way.
But this sleep deprivation terrorist has to go down.
Someone please tell me, why don't birds ever get hoarse?
If a human ever carried on like this fucker, they'd have laryngitis for a month.
He is the Energizer Bunny of birdom.....and I want him dead.
I'm not talking distant calling here. He bounces between three houses. All within 100 feet of mine.
I've always been against having a gun in my home....until now.
I'd like nothing more than to have a Dumb and Dumber version of this feathered friend duct taped to the top of the telephone pole (10 points to those that get the reference).
I pray that he either gets laid or stops bragging about getting laid before I go totally postal on his ass.
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10:54 PM ::
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THIS is Why Music Should Not Be Cut From School Curriculum
I saw this video Thursday in work. I have a co-worker who is as big a Stevie Nicks fan as I am, (Leather and Lace was not only my Wedding song, but also the lullaby I sang most often to my son when he was an infant) he pulled me into another co-workers office to watch this. All the hair on my body stood on end and I got goosepimples listening to it. It brought tears to my eyes. It's beautiful. It's also hysterical watching the kids and their emoting.
I just watched the Farrah special. Talk about ripping your heart out...again. If you've never been touched by Cancer, let me tell you, that's exactly what it's like. The rollercoaster ride of ups and downs. You cannot help but grasp onto every straw of hope.
Hope is a powerful thing. If you lose hope....that's like giving up. Miracles do happen, every day.
The promise of recovery ripped away by metastases. Fighting the next battle only to be kicked in the nuts by it's persistence.
Watching the treatments that are supposed to kill the Cancer steal away the very life force they are trying to preserve.
Cancer will take her life, of that, I have no doubt. She has fought a courageous battle, just like my Daddy did. She has been blessed with more time than he had.
I do admire her for sharing such an intimate story, so openly, so brutally honest. She has very eloquently expressed her feelings.
I used to think she was bubble-headed blonde. Especially, when she was going through her crazy drug induced antics, as portrayed in the tabloids.
I saw a very different person with this special. I saw a beautiful, talented, humble, normal, parent, using her pop icon status for good. She is proving that being in the limelight doesn't exempt you from Cancer.
No one is immune.
All anyone afflicted with this wretched disease wants to do is LIVE.
I wish her the best. I hope there is a miracle and she does beat it, but the cynicism instilled within me from losing my Daddy whispers that the insipid fucker we call Cancer will steal another soul from our plane of existence.
If you get a chance to watch Farrah's special (I'm sure it will be available somewhere on line), do it. I believe Cancer will touch every soul on our planet, at one time or another, in one way or another.
I think Farrah wants to bring awareness, if nothing else. Awareness can bring action. Action can maybe, someday, bring a cure.
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10:02 PM ::
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