Sunday, May 28, 2006
My daughter spit on me last night
Well, this weekend is going about as peachy as last weekend. As a kid, I hated the weekends (parents were drunks, the weekends were nightmares of verbal and physical abuse, as well as being deliberately locked out of the house, foraging for food [i.e., the pork n bean sandwich], and stepping over passed out folks in random locations throughout the house, the landing of the stairs being a particular favorite, me trying mightily to scoot briskly by before a drunken hand grabbed my skinny ankle to deliver some more drunken justice)... anyway, my adult daughter, who has lived here for far too long, didn't like something I did last night (I would not allow her on the computer to get on the internet), so she spit on me ~ and the dog ~ who got a nice load of spittle down his back. I was already at war all day with my husband, who recklessly spent almost everything we have in the bank, not taking into account groceries and gas still need to be bought, to last until Thursday. I'm wondering if I have to get a third job to keep us afloat, and why in the world my child felt she could unload a mouthful of saliva in my direction.
She took a verbal pot shot at me when leaving the room... very coarse, very gutter language, then blames me for her being an alcoholic, since my parents were.
Hello? I know what an alcoholic looks like, she ain't one. She is the kind of person who simply has to have some type of social malady in order to fit in with her friends... alkies would rather drink than eat, she eats plenty. Alkies have a certain aroma which is unmistakable, she doesn't.
I can't live like this. I'm not sure what the answer is... I find myself turning away from the Lord rather than toward Him, which is a shortcoming I have...
Thanks for letting me vent.
Posted JDaaris @
7:53 AM ::
4 chocolate drops
Gimme some chocolate!
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