The tick has met my expectations with the latest development. Last evening we decided to treat ourselves to a dinner out. Unbeknownst to me, multiple text messages had been exchanged and guess who was invited to dine with us? It seemed that someone needed to talk with us about a pressing matter. My mind immediately went to another grandchild on the way but this was not the case. Blessedly, after eating the subject was broached. It seems that having lived together for less than three months they are having cohabitation problems. One acts as a child, the other wants to enjoy the benefits of the relationship without the headache of a relationship. Of course any mention of counseling is met with multiple excuses for not going and even included a lie as to the last alleged appointment. What I did hear in the reasons for moving out and back in were petty, selfish and overall less than honest as the real reason(s).
With this week beginning and C.S. now gone, the mine will take on a different atmosphere. At the party, the two department hemorrhoids did their best to be one with the people. It was in reality more like turds trying to be truffles. Based upon what I've been told, multiple bodies are due to leave within one to two years myself included. Again, I will be providing the longs and lats to my front porch in paradise so that they may see my giving them to finger.
Getting back to the tick, I did make the statement that there would be no revolving door. They must make a choice, live on their own or with us for the time being. I will not have them moving out and in on a repetitive basis. At some point they get to make it own their own, dealing with all the crap that comes with being an adult. Shit bird that they are, the tick will eventually get to experience life, making difficult decisions on their own. I wish them luck in figuring this shit out with no book to work from. Life sucks, then you die!
This could be the view I see my house in a few day, months, years. I guess this means is sucks to not be me.
With this week beginning and C.S. now gone, the mine will take on a different atmosphere. At the party, the two department hemorrhoids did their best to be one with the people. It was in reality more like turds trying to be truffles. Based upon what I've been told, multiple bodies are due to leave within one to two years myself included. Again, I will be providing the longs and lats to my front porch in paradise so that they may see my giving them to finger.
Getting back to the tick, I did make the statement that there would be no revolving door. They must make a choice, live on their own or with us for the time being. I will not have them moving out and in on a repetitive basis. At some point they get to make it own their own, dealing with all the crap that comes with being an adult. Shit bird that they are, the tick will eventually get to experience life, making difficult decisions on their own. I wish them luck in figuring this shit out with no book to work from. Life sucks, then you die!
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