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I can't stay away for very long! I am having a hard time catching up on my friends page! Y'all have been busy little people, haven't ya? I mean .... SHEESH! lol
Nothing new is going on here. I am drunk right now. Horribly horribly drunk. My hubby has been kissing my ass lately and today's adventure included a bottle of wine (and another waiting in the wings for next weekend I guess). I am a ducker... shit SUCKER for wine. i am going to leavin in all my mispellings and weird shit just to see how fucked up I am when I re read this tomorrow. I hope I do well. No spell check, no nada.
So I have been tryin gto teach my daughter Spanish. Its ben funny if nothing else. My son really doesan;t want to learn. He's not interested. Anyway~ in case i haven't made this clear to all you new friends, I am 1/2 Spanish from my mother's side. So I know Spanish, although i really don't speak it very well. But I was trying to teach my daughter the head, shoulders knees and toes song en Espanol and it didn't go well. She can sing the song, but when you quiz her on where her Boca ia she gets frustrated and says, "I don't know... you find it." Which is quite a smart ass answer for a 4 yo. I blame her father... he's a fucking smartass too.
I have a friend who has a problem. I love him, love him so very much, probably much more than i should to be quite honest. I just wish I could help him feel better. this is the deal:
His father divorced his mother YEARS ago. He's always been an alcoholic, and my friend had horrrible memroies of his father verbally abusing him as a little kid. His father moved to another country after the divorce. He always stayed in touch, birthdays, holidays etc even though he wasn't physically there for his ex wife and son. Well, my firend hadn't heard from his father in YEARS so he thought that he died and no one had any way to contact him to tell him. Just the other day he got a message via facebook from a long lost cousin telling him that his father just died a week ago. So now my friend is comming to terms that not only was his father an abusive alcoholic, he was a FUCKING ASSHOLE abusive alcoholic. He feels hurt, he hates himself because what kind of shitty embarrassment of a son do you have to be for your father to not want to know you. His Mother is a mess too. they think that his behavior reflects on them, defines thier worth.
My problem with that is that I don't think that it defines thier worth or their character, it defines the character of the asshole who didn't care about his son. it proves that the father was a fuck, a selfish prick. I can't get that through my friends head though. His situation is fucked up, unbelievably fucked up and I DO feel bad for him. I cry all the time for him because i really don't want him to feel the hurt that he does feel. I want him to see that he is a wonderful man, a smart, intelligent man who despite the atrocities that he faced when he was little has made something of himself. It hurts me, it feels liek a knife stabbing my heart every time i hear him belittle himself because he thinks he's shit because his father had no use for him. I feel physically ill for him because he thinks his father was right to ignore him... I don't know. I wish there was something i could say or do to help him realize his worth and to break this stupid hold his dead father has on him. I just wish I could hold him and make all the bad bullshit go away... if only it were that easy.
Well, my head is starting to hurt, wine brain. I ought to go to bed. I'll try to catch up on everything tomorrow! Love ya buh-bye.
Nothing new is going on here. I am drunk right now. Horribly horribly drunk. My hubby has been kissing my ass lately and today's adventure included a bottle of wine (and another waiting in the wings for next weekend I guess). I am a ducker... shit SUCKER for wine. i am going to leavin in all my mispellings and weird shit just to see how fucked up I am when I re read this tomorrow. I hope I do well. No spell check, no nada.
So I have been tryin gto teach my daughter Spanish. Its ben funny if nothing else. My son really doesan;t want to learn. He's not interested. Anyway~ in case i haven't made this clear to all you new friends, I am 1/2 Spanish from my mother's side. So I know Spanish, although i really don't speak it very well. But I was trying to teach my daughter the head, shoulders knees and toes song en Espanol and it didn't go well. She can sing the song, but when you quiz her on where her Boca ia she gets frustrated and says, "I don't know... you find it." Which is quite a smart ass answer for a 4 yo. I blame her father... he's a fucking smartass too.
I have a friend who has a problem. I love him, love him so very much, probably much more than i should to be quite honest. I just wish I could help him feel better. this is the deal:
His father divorced his mother YEARS ago. He's always been an alcoholic, and my friend had horrrible memroies of his father verbally abusing him as a little kid. His father moved to another country after the divorce. He always stayed in touch, birthdays, holidays etc even though he wasn't physically there for his ex wife and son. Well, my firend hadn't heard from his father in YEARS so he thought that he died and no one had any way to contact him to tell him. Just the other day he got a message via facebook from a long lost cousin telling him that his father just died a week ago. So now my friend is comming to terms that not only was his father an abusive alcoholic, he was a FUCKING ASSHOLE abusive alcoholic. He feels hurt, he hates himself because what kind of shitty embarrassment of a son do you have to be for your father to not want to know you. His Mother is a mess too. they think that his behavior reflects on them, defines thier worth.
My problem with that is that I don't think that it defines thier worth or their character, it defines the character of the asshole who didn't care about his son. it proves that the father was a fuck, a selfish prick. I can't get that through my friends head though. His situation is fucked up, unbelievably fucked up and I DO feel bad for him. I cry all the time for him because i really don't want him to feel the hurt that he does feel. I want him to see that he is a wonderful man, a smart, intelligent man who despite the atrocities that he faced when he was little has made something of himself. It hurts me, it feels liek a knife stabbing my heart every time i hear him belittle himself because he thinks he's shit because his father had no use for him. I feel physically ill for him because he thinks his father was right to ignore him... I don't know. I wish there was something i could say or do to help him realize his worth and to break this stupid hold his dead father has on him. I just wish I could hold him and make all the bad bullshit go away... if only it were that easy.
Well, my head is starting to hurt, wine brain. I ought to go to bed. I'll try to catch up on everything tomorrow! Love ya buh-bye.