We live on five acres so we don’t really have neighbors that we can see. There is a house on each side of us and one behind us, all separated by woods. These neighbors we do not really associate with. We are friendly, but we do not hang out with these neighbors.

The other ‘neighbors’ that I refer to at times, are the ones that live within about a 2-3 mile radius of us. Otherwise known as ‘The Loop’.

When one takes off from their house to make ‘The Loop’, one knows they will not be back at their house for at least two or three hours and most of the time it’s longer than that. By the time you stop at this house and bullshit or help out with something, it’s time to hit the next one and do the same, and so on around ‘The Loop’ until you make it back home.

 Of course, with each stop you make, someone will have this to taste or that to taste. This may be food, alcohol, or anything else that you can put in your mouth. They definitely believe in eating and drinking. The only problems I have found with ‘The Loop’ is needing a designated driver to get your ass back home and the wildfire like intensity to spread the latest news.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ok...I had to throw in the last little guy because he smokes the other guys outta da water!!!

What makes a person 'go bad'? Are they born this way? Are they a product of the way they were raised? Did society contribute in some way? I don't think there are any real answers for those questions. Every case is different. These are the questions I've been asking myself for the last couple of days. I found out that a good friend of ours was beaten by his son. I've known both the father and the son for about 15 years. I've been around enough to see how the son was raised. He was never struck by either of his parents. He wasn't emotionally abused as far as I can tell. The parents have ALWAYS done everything they could do for him. He's been in and out of trouble from the time he was a teenager. Nothing major but every time he got in a bind, his parents were there to bail him out. I'm not quite sure how the fight started the other night but it was something to do with the son's ex and her wanting the son to sign some papers over some custody thing. The father was trying to talk the son into not signing anything until the lawyer looked at it. Apparently it escalated from that point. There are no signs that the father hit the son at all. The son hit the father from behind. They still don't know what was used but it wasn't hands. When the father fell to the ground, the son started punching him then when that wasn't enough, the son then started kicking the father in the head and then repeatedly stomped his head and face. Fortunately for the father, another friend was able to get the son off of him and call the rescue squad. They didn't think he was going to make it the hospital. He had lost so much blood, his lips were hanging to the side of his face, he was convulsing and numerous other scrapes and battle wounds. He had 3 surgeons working for 6 hours on his face. They said every bone in his face was shattered. He now has 2 or 3 steel plates in his face, his jaw is wired shut and all the other surface injuries that he received. I haven't heard yet what the son will be charged with. To me a nearby tree and a short piece of rope would serve the purpose just fine. I know that's really not the way to be but a crime like that against the one who loved you and has done everything for you is bullshit!!! I have no mercy for someone like that!! Not only is my friend fucked up for life, he still doesn't realize what happened. He doesn't know that his son tried to kill him.

My oldest is driving me bonkers! There’s no other way to describe it.

It’s the same old shit that we’ve been battling for about 5 months now. Ever since the boyfriend showed up in the picture my daughter has been different. And it isn’t a change for the better.

I could write for ages about this and still have plenty to say but I will try to keep it short.

There is no love lost between the BF and me. I don’t agree with some of the things I’ve heard between him and my daughter but there really isn’t much I can do in this aspect. She will have to make up her own mind what she will and will not deal with from him.

I try to talk to her and explain to her some of the things that I see but apparently it flies right over her head. I’m really hoping that one day soon she will wake up and smell life because if she stays with him I think she will be missing out on so much more.

A few weeks ago, both my daughter and BF came back to our house from wherever they went. When they got there, we asked them both if they wanted to eat dinner with us. Since my daughter loves fish and that’s what we were having, she said yes that she wanted to eat. BF never really answered and I didn’t really think anything of it.

Anyway, they both ate then he left shortly after that. I didn’t find out until about a week ago that he got mad at my daughter for wanting to stay home and eat. I’m not sure what the whole story was behind it but either way that’s bullshit. She should be able to eat with her family if she wants to without him being a dick about it.

There are so many instances like the one above that just don’t set right with me at all. He gets mad at her for such trivial things and they end up arguing over it for hours. She is by no means a sweet innocent little angel either. I’m very aware of her faults. Selfishness being the main one. Argumentative being a close second with others following down the line. I don’t blame the BF for every problem that they have between them. I know he’s not the sole cause. I only get involved when I see something that doesn’t set well with me.

She’s always been so outspoken and independent that I never would’ve thought she would let someone make decisions for her. I hate to say ‘rule’ because I don’t think he ‘rules’ her in the actual sense but there is some…. Pouting…. is more like it. He reminds me of a spoiled brat. When he doesn’t get his way, he tends to pout and throw a tantrum. Actually, the more I think about it the more I think this description fits him rather well. Add sneaky to that and it’s pretty much wrapped up.

The more I’m around him, the more I see these come out. Honestly, I want to choke the living day lights out of him at times but I know I can’t do that. It’s just the natural reaction of a mother I guess. I feel this way about my daughter at times too so it’s not just him. I just see them differently and want to choke them both for different reasons. Sometimes I just want do something drastic to make my daughter see the light and say to her “WAKE THE FUCK UP”, he’s not worth your time but what would that accomplish in the end? Nothing at all or possibly losing my daughter. I won’t have that happen.

Aside from the above issues, they continually try to bend every rule that both sets of parents have set down for them. Curfew tends to drag into overtime, they continue to ask if one can stay the night at the other’s house or come over when no parents are home. They must think we were just born this morning. I’m not that fucking stupid. I know I can’t control what they do when they are together but I can control the fact that they don’t need to be all cozy up in my house overnight or when no one is home. No way in hell will I intentionally add fuel to this fire.

Maybe I’m going about it all wrong but no one gave me the instruction manual to teenage dating so I’m flying by the seat of my pants and doing what I feel is right. I really try to stay out of their business. I’ve got my own issues to deal with. I don’t need the extra burden of that relationship on my shoulders although it is in a small way.

Hell I don’t know. I only know that I am almost at the DONE stage. I’ve had it. I’m fed up. I’m disgusted. It wouldn’t take much for me to wash my hands of the whole thing and I know that is not the attitude I need to have but damn……I can only do and take so much and they are pushing every limit that I have.

I will just have to sit back and watch and guide and express my thoughts to the right degree and hope and pray like hell that she will kick his ass to the curb very soon and if not maybe Mom needs to break shitty and kick his ass to the curb myself.

If only it were that easy