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<blockquote data-quote="beebz" data-source="post: 752951" data-attributes="member: 23451"><p>Hello everyone. I have been sobbing hard and loud and just saying "please God help him". We are coming up on another winter. I've seen him here and there to visit with his girls but I ALWAYS drop him off in the abyss of homelessness. When I turned my back on him last night, dropping him off, I was sick and still am. I'm at a funeral in my head right now.</p><p></p><p>He spent 10 days in jail recently and had an awakening. He said last night, after only days of trying, that he can't do "it", he doesn't see it happening. All I have left is to pray.</p><p></p><p>I was in his town yesterday so I found him, had lunch with him, went shoe shopping for myself (with him) and really had a giggly time - we have giggled together all his life; he has piercing eyes and you can look into his soul. Everything out of his mouth is a lie, but his soul is just so beautiful. </p><p>I dropped him off in the cold darkness and now I'm a mess.</p><p>Since 8pm last night my eyes have made a pond in my house. Just so many tears. </p><p></p><p>His wife is "missing" again. She went to jail, and the system said she was not right in the head so they transferred her to a hospital many miles away and held her there for 48 hours and then called me to pick her up. This girl could be in a mute psycho meth coma yet the only number in her head is mine and my husbands. Generally these days no one really knows their "contacts" actually phone numbers in their phones because they are all programmed in there by name. Yet God sends her to me. I do what I can, but the hospital asked me to come get her and I said NO. I can't, the daddy is in jail calling me non-stop and the mommy is in the hospital having social services call me to rescue her. I could not, did not.</p><p></p><p>The 1st guardian of my granddaughters (me 2nd) is in a wheelchair now and I am struggling so bad with where these girls are going to end up. I feel mental in my head to say the least lately. I think of boyfriends, prom, dances, baseball, cheerleading, NON STOP GOING, gymnastics, girly cycles ! , boyfriends, drugs, driving permits, licenses, HIGH auto insurance and think, dear God, I can't do this again. Dear God. </p><p>We are not there yet, with the other grandmother, but things don't look too good.</p><p></p><p>I hope everyone going through this has a "me" moment from time to time and has the time of their life being happy if only for a moment. I still find them, lately not as much, but I look for them ! </p><p></p><p>A kitty found me. I don't like cats, at all, am sooooo not a cat person and am not afraid to say I hate cats as much as I hate wasps. I apologize but "hate" is not a bad word; I've been ridiculed for using it, "strongly dislike" I believe is the definition, so I just say hate.</p><p>Anyhoodle, a kitten was sent to me my the kitten Gods. The kitten was on my front porch. The kitten never left and the kitten acted like I gave birth to her and she was a re-incarnate of something in my lifetime. This kitty acted like she knew me for a thousand years.</p><p>I had hoped she and my Boxer became friends because watching the relationship between an 85lb clown Boxer and a kitty is hilarious .</p><p>To sum this up, the dang kitty lives in my house, I took the kitty to the vet and got ALL her shots, I took the kitty to the vet to get her "baby maker" taken out (as my grand daughters say) babymaker lol </p><p>Her and my Boxer are really really really funny.</p><p>Kitty was named "kitty kitty" - I call her Kick-A-Poo - she busted a fifty dollar Lenox dish yesterday. She is just wicked horrible doing damage to everything on every single surface in my home. I am decluttering or should I say she is - everything she ruins gets thrown away lol</p><p></p><p>Well, Bless your souls - may you find some laughter that hurts your ribs and jaws so bad that you nearly cry ! </p><p>beebz*</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="beebz, post: 752951, member: 23451"] Hello everyone. I have been sobbing hard and loud and just saying "please God help him". We are coming up on another winter. I've seen him here and there to visit with his girls but I ALWAYS drop him off in the abyss of homelessness. When I turned my back on him last night, dropping him off, I was sick and still am. I'm at a funeral in my head right now. He spent 10 days in jail recently and had an awakening. He said last night, after only days of trying, that he can't do "it", he doesn't see it happening. All I have left is to pray. I was in his town yesterday so I found him, had lunch with him, went shoe shopping for myself (with him) and really had a giggly time - we have giggled together all his life; he has piercing eyes and you can look into his soul. Everything out of his mouth is a lie, but his soul is just so beautiful. I dropped him off in the cold darkness and now I'm a mess. Since 8pm last night my eyes have made a pond in my house. Just so many tears. His wife is "missing" again. She went to jail, and the system said she was not right in the head so they transferred her to a hospital many miles away and held her there for 48 hours and then called me to pick her up. This girl could be in a mute psycho meth coma yet the only number in her head is mine and my husbands. Generally these days no one really knows their "contacts" actually phone numbers in their phones because they are all programmed in there by name. Yet God sends her to me. I do what I can, but the hospital asked me to come get her and I said NO. I can't, the daddy is in jail calling me non-stop and the mommy is in the hospital having social services call me to rescue her. I could not, did not. The 1st guardian of my granddaughters (me 2nd) is in a wheelchair now and I am struggling so bad with where these girls are going to end up. I feel mental in my head to say the least lately. I think of boyfriends, prom, dances, baseball, cheerleading, NON STOP GOING, gymnastics, girly cycles ! , boyfriends, drugs, driving permits, licenses, HIGH auto insurance and think, dear God, I can't do this again. Dear God. We are not there yet, with the other grandmother, but things don't look too good. I hope everyone going through this has a "me" moment from time to time and has the time of their life being happy if only for a moment. I still find them, lately not as much, but I look for them ! A kitty found me. I don't like cats, at all, am sooooo not a cat person and am not afraid to say I hate cats as much as I hate wasps. I apologize but "hate" is not a bad word; I've been ridiculed for using it, "strongly dislike" I believe is the definition, so I just say hate. Anyhoodle, a kitten was sent to me my the kitten Gods. The kitten was on my front porch. The kitten never left and the kitten acted like I gave birth to her and she was a re-incarnate of something in my lifetime. This kitty acted like she knew me for a thousand years. I had hoped she and my Boxer became friends because watching the relationship between an 85lb clown Boxer and a kitty is hilarious . To sum this up, the dang kitty lives in my house, I took the kitty to the vet and got ALL her shots, I took the kitty to the vet to get her "baby maker" taken out (as my grand daughters say) babymaker lol Her and my Boxer are really really really funny. Kitty was named "kitty kitty" - I call her Kick-A-Poo - she busted a fifty dollar Lenox dish yesterday. She is just wicked horrible doing damage to everything on every single surface in my home. I am decluttering or should I say she is - everything she ruins gets thrown away lol Well, Bless your souls - may you find some laughter that hurts your ribs and jaws so bad that you nearly cry ! beebz* [/QUOTE]
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