When one takes the time to look inside, not out.
When one takes the time to accept people (ALL people) for who they are...one receives peace.
The truth is, it's not Mer who's disappointed and hurt by the Dono-, er I mean his father...tis I. I'm the one who hasn't let go, I'm the one who holds the resentments.
Mer has never known anything different, therefore no expectations for his father to BE different. I on the other hand, remember when...
Guess what, "When" is long gone, and has been for, oh...I don't know ELEVEN YEARS. Sheesh.
It's like the cartoon when the light bulb suddenly appears over the characters head...I finally got my light bulb. (eco-friendly of course)
Mer accepts, and to some degree loves his father in his own way.
My job is to stay the Hell out of it and stop trying to "Protect" Mer from getting hurt (by my resentments)
I shall now attempt to clean off the roof of the house, which involves climbing a ladder and 100 degree heat, BUT...no Prince in wolfs clothing...or however it goes, is around to do it for me, SO...mama does it herself, as she does it ALL. (ROAR!)
Man I wouldn't trade this life, no matter how much crap has piled up in my office...This is MY life and I answer to no one, no man...
Oh Christ how I wish I had a man! (relapse) I'm OK now, eh hem.
The dogs vagina has a rash, she itches constantly all over her little body, so three times a day I give this fucking rescue dog benadryl in a treat w/ peanut butter, put aloe vera all over her, and have purchased Eukanuba "Sensitive Skin" formula.
How in the Hell did this happen, that I would have a baby again...and the hair, I wont even go into the hair. We have concrete floors, so in order for her to get enough traction to scratch she goes to the throw rugs (which used to be multi-colored Mexican rugs and are now WHITE.
It breaks my heart to take her to a Vet (sheisters) but it looks like I'll have to, unless I can find an organic vet...you should see this pour baby's vagayjay! Red, swollen, itchy...and last night I found the first flea. (I just say how it is)
I'd rather have a house full of tarantula's than fleas.
So as Mer BONDS with his father (barf) I will do my best to support it until it SCARES THE HELL OUT OF ME! I will take care of the fucking dog and be one of those bitter old women who can only love their animals.
...and that cute little mutt made me love it.
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