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Our daughter is coming to replace our shed so I went out to take aome crap to the curg. I discovered one of Daddy's CB radios that is in perfect conditi9on. The box is weathered, but the radio looks preistine. Does anyone do CB any more?
OK, in the rafters of the shed is a lawn chair type rocking chair that he bought for the first wife while she was pergnant with the twins. It has been there for years because it is unsafe to sit on. I took it to the curb and have just had to spend the last 15 minutes defending myself for "Why does it bother you so much?" when he told me to bring it back from the curb - one of the kids might want it because it was Sheila's. And I am the one accused of getting worked up because she is mentioned? Lord help me! I do not care about Sheila, He does not understand that after all these years nothing that was used by her can be thrown away just because it is junk. It has to go through asking tjhe kids if they want it first because it was hers. THAT is what bothers me. He says I have a problem with her even after all these years. The man is an IDIOT!!!
I raised her kids and made them mine by adopting them so her family could never get them if something happened to him (and today they acknowledge I saved them by raising them). I lived in a house with her name on it for 19 years because he would not get an "our" house. Unless Cierra is another form of Sheila three of my 4 granddaughters has some form of Sheila in their name and if so 4 of 4. I took grief from her family for taking down her stuff in the kitchen (and I washed it, dried it, wrapped and boxed so the kids could have it later - and we waited until everyone was old enough and settled to give it to them), I was dumped on for using the china for a holiday dinner that I invited THEM to because it was supposed to be saved for the oldest daughter. The darn chair was still usable when we moved here and is not now. Thanks for listening. He has gone back to his ball game or art show or whatever and I, thanks to you, have stopped seeing blood spurting from my eyes as JBJ puts it. I guess it will be this way until the day one of us dies and I am thinking more and more that she took the easy way.
OK, in the rafters of the shed is a lawn chair type rocking chair that he bought for the first wife while she was pergnant with the twins. It has been there for years because it is unsafe to sit on. I took it to the curb and have just had to spend the last 15 minutes defending myself for "Why does it bother you so much?" when he told me to bring it back from the curb - one of the kids might want it because it was Sheila's. And I am the one accused of getting worked up because she is mentioned? Lord help me! I do not care about Sheila, He does not understand that after all these years nothing that was used by her can be thrown away just because it is junk. It has to go through asking tjhe kids if they want it first because it was hers. THAT is what bothers me. He says I have a problem with her even after all these years. The man is an IDIOT!!!
I raised her kids and made them mine by adopting them so her family could never get them if something happened to him (and today they acknowledge I saved them by raising them). I lived in a house with her name on it for 19 years because he would not get an "our" house. Unless Cierra is another form of Sheila three of my 4 granddaughters has some form of Sheila in their name and if so 4 of 4. I took grief from her family for taking down her stuff in the kitchen (and I washed it, dried it, wrapped and boxed so the kids could have it later - and we waited until everyone was old enough and settled to give it to them), I was dumped on for using the china for a holiday dinner that I invited THEM to because it was supposed to be saved for the oldest daughter. The darn chair was still usable when we moved here and is not now. Thanks for listening. He has gone back to his ball game or art show or whatever and I, thanks to you, have stopped seeing blood spurting from my eyes as JBJ puts it. I guess it will be this way until the day one of us dies and I am thinking more and more that she took the easy way.