Actually, my family is basically a very small one. Well, not from my husband and I’s point of view. We have our children. He does have a a couple brothers and a mom.
My mom and dad has passed on. Dad in 1988 and Mom in 1998. I have a sister who lives in another state. I don’t even know if I can call her a sister anymore. She has so many problems. Her problems at one point became my problems and I some how followed her lead with those. Which we can get into on another day. I rarely hear from her and if I do it is the standard “hey, can you wire me some money?” Which the answer is always the same. “No, don’t have any money.” Which is a lie, but I refuse to feed her problems. I refuse anymore to believe in what she says. I hope one day that changes, but for now that is how it is.
The children. We are a blended family. We are the his, hers, and ours bunch. I was married before and had 3 boys, he was married before and had one boy and then we had our boy. Yes, you read that correctly 4 boys. 4 men running loose out there to make 4 women crazy. Sigh…. that is my lot in life.
Actually, our boys are pretty good kids. I mean we could have by far ended up with more problems. I have seen some of my friends and what their kids have gotten into so I am thankful that ours didn’t drive us both totally insane. The are spoiled and lazy basically. Lazy as in what we might need from them. They hold jobs and are good kids. The older 4 are pretty much out on their own. J, the oldest is still here. He moved out when he first graduated, had a child and ended up making the mother of his child go nuts and leave him so he came back here. M & PA (my step son) have an apartment on their own. They are our “partners in crime” boys. From the time they were small we always said that. C, lives with his girlfriend and little J is here with his mom and dad cause he is just a little dude yet. Here in 6 years he will graduate high school. We figure we gotta keep that one happy because he will be the one that decides if we go to a nursing home or not.
I remember them being younger, all of them. The fun we had as a family. I wish they didn’t have to grow up. Or rather, I wish they wouldn’t have if I had known what the out come of our life right this moment. Aye, you say….”trouble in paradise?” Of course. That to is the purpose of this blog. To get all the things out that needs to be out.
All and all it has been a good life. One I am not willing to give up on yet or give away yet. This is MY family, OUR family and I will fight tooth and nail for us to stay a family.
Hugs,
Minneymee
