FrancSevin
Proudly Deplorable
I am so sick of the drama and turmoil that "reality TV" and "social media" have brought to the lives of so many people. But it was always someone else. I don't even get on Face book, nor do I text. Life is too short to narcissistically put myself, family and friends ( and frankly the general public) thru the daily moment to moment stress of my psyche and bodily functions.
But, like I said, the drama was always to somebody else.
Let me set the scene. 14 years ago, My son was a Sonar Tech, Submariner, in the Northeast fleet out of New London CT. he met and married a local gal who was a serious diabetic with a young daughter. Ashley was a Spinal Bifida child, in a wheelchair. A real load of responsibility, cost,and emotional baggage for a young man to assume on an enlisted Seaman's pay.
But love triumphs all, right?
14 years and two children of their own later, Ashley, now 22 years old is 300 lbs in a bed she never leaves. A bed she soils daily because she is incontinent and too lazy to clean herself. So mom does it. Mom loves her daughter and does it. my son loves her mother and supports it. Ashley gets the best of everything in the household. Best room, biggest TV always via the sacrifices of the other children, Mom and dad and the Grand parents(that'd be me and my wife).
Her mom is poor as a church mouse with her own passel of parasite children. My son is an injured vet in a wheelchair. So it falls on my wife and me to help with moving, labor and expenses.
My wife and I have forgone our retirement plans for the most part, because we have had to invest the time and funds to help our kids. And Ashley has benefited, both materially and emotionally, from two Step Grandparents who have invested time, effort and emotion into helping create a true family in a wonderful home in a beautiful NE Connecticut community.
We are not complaining. It is what parents do for their kids.
Today, Ashley went for a job interview. The parents were so proud when the special Handicap bus left taking her for what appeared to be the perfect job for her limited skills and capabilities. The interview was to be over at 1:00 PM.. By 2:00 Ashley wasn't home. Perhaps the interview was going overtime? A good sign, maybe.
But Ashley wasn't answering her phone.
By 4:00 a worried father called the transport service. No answer. He went to their office. It was closed. nobody there and all the busses in the fenced off lot.
Still Ashley did not respond to her phone.
At 5:00 they called the police. It looked like and "Amber Alert" situation.
At 8:00 my wife got a call from one of Ashley's friends. She was OK. but, she and her Mom had "issues" She had run away!
Now I must remind you that Ashley is an incontinent, 300 lb youngster in a huge electric wheel chair. Where, or where, could she possibly run to?
My son took this as a queue to violate Ashley's privacy and search her laptop. Facebook entries revealed the story. Surprise,,, Surprise.
Ashley is getting married tomorrow to "Sarah" And she, Sarah, is accusing my son of molesting Ashley. Yes, Lesbians can marry in CT. But the accusations against her stepdad and mother is preposterous. Why the need to libel and hurt so many people.
Why do Gays and Lesbians have to be so intolerable? So vindictive and mean? Why do they have to hurt people. And why does this seems to be acceptable behavior of young lovers who are practicing "alternate" life styles.
My son is one of the most principled and moral men I know. His wife has devoted her life to caring for the child she bore with the burden of a devastating and handicapping disease. And he and his family have supported the effort without complaint.
I believe my wife and I will spend most of this week end (for which we had other plans) to once again invest time, energy, emotion and funds, to sort out a mess made by our decadent society. I figure this a three to five boxes of tissue crisis,, at a minimum!
This time it isn't somebody else, it is right here at home. Inside my family. And it sucks.
But, like I said, the drama was always to somebody else.
Let me set the scene. 14 years ago, My son was a Sonar Tech, Submariner, in the Northeast fleet out of New London CT. he met and married a local gal who was a serious diabetic with a young daughter. Ashley was a Spinal Bifida child, in a wheelchair. A real load of responsibility, cost,and emotional baggage for a young man to assume on an enlisted Seaman's pay.
But love triumphs all, right?
14 years and two children of their own later, Ashley, now 22 years old is 300 lbs in a bed she never leaves. A bed she soils daily because she is incontinent and too lazy to clean herself. So mom does it. Mom loves her daughter and does it. my son loves her mother and supports it. Ashley gets the best of everything in the household. Best room, biggest TV always via the sacrifices of the other children, Mom and dad and the Grand parents(that'd be me and my wife).
Her mom is poor as a church mouse with her own passel of parasite children. My son is an injured vet in a wheelchair. So it falls on my wife and me to help with moving, labor and expenses.
My wife and I have forgone our retirement plans for the most part, because we have had to invest the time and funds to help our kids. And Ashley has benefited, both materially and emotionally, from two Step Grandparents who have invested time, effort and emotion into helping create a true family in a wonderful home in a beautiful NE Connecticut community.
We are not complaining. It is what parents do for their kids.
Today, Ashley went for a job interview. The parents were so proud when the special Handicap bus left taking her for what appeared to be the perfect job for her limited skills and capabilities. The interview was to be over at 1:00 PM.. By 2:00 Ashley wasn't home. Perhaps the interview was going overtime? A good sign, maybe.
But Ashley wasn't answering her phone.
By 4:00 a worried father called the transport service. No answer. He went to their office. It was closed. nobody there and all the busses in the fenced off lot.
Still Ashley did not respond to her phone.
At 5:00 they called the police. It looked like and "Amber Alert" situation.
At 8:00 my wife got a call from one of Ashley's friends. She was OK. but, she and her Mom had "issues" She had run away!
Now I must remind you that Ashley is an incontinent, 300 lb youngster in a huge electric wheel chair. Where, or where, could she possibly run to?
My son took this as a queue to violate Ashley's privacy and search her laptop. Facebook entries revealed the story. Surprise,,, Surprise.
Ashley is getting married tomorrow to "Sarah" And she, Sarah, is accusing my son of molesting Ashley. Yes, Lesbians can marry in CT. But the accusations against her stepdad and mother is preposterous. Why the need to libel and hurt so many people.
Why do Gays and Lesbians have to be so intolerable? So vindictive and mean? Why do they have to hurt people. And why does this seems to be acceptable behavior of young lovers who are practicing "alternate" life styles.
My son is one of the most principled and moral men I know. His wife has devoted her life to caring for the child she bore with the burden of a devastating and handicapping disease. And he and his family have supported the effort without complaint.
I believe my wife and I will spend most of this week end (for which we had other plans) to once again invest time, energy, emotion and funds, to sort out a mess made by our decadent society. I figure this a three to five boxes of tissue crisis,, at a minimum!
This time it isn't somebody else, it is right here at home. Inside my family. And it sucks.
