So tonight no one wants to talk to me about this whole sister dating the creep thing.
I need to talk about it because now I’m going to have to deal with him again, and it’s hard for me. But my husband tells me I’m just saying the same thing over and over again, and he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, and my old girly friends are too busy to talk to me.
Okay, fine. I guess this is when we find out if the anti-depressants are really working.
I LOVE that my baby sister is dating a 28 year old loser with a million OWI’s, no car, no home, and an drinking problem. LOVE IT. I also love my parents, “We don’t want to piss her off so we’re just going to let her do it.” attitude.
My kids….NO. They are going to understand that I find their behavior unacceptable, because that’s what PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.
PARENT YOUR CHILDREN. GOOD GRIEF.
The whole thing I think is sick. My whole family is up in arms, but again no one says anything.
I’m with you all the way. I always saw right through that kid. Even when you were friends with him…but I didn’t feel it was my place to say anything. Now its just to a whole new level, and it has to be stopped.