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anagrammy
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Date: May 18, 2012 11:42PM
I'm going to bust out some wine because I need to calm down. I have no one to talk to about this who is not a family member, so I'm going to vent here. Feel free to tell me off if you think I deserve it.
Most of you know I raised two families, one all boys and one all girls, nine in all. I struggled as a single mom and never had a babysitter or even a real vacation. No extended family that wasn't crazier than me and a Mormon exhusband that takes the cake. And I know you all know exactly what I mean by that.
So it was me making all the sacrifices, most of which these grown kids do not even know about, like going a year with a partial mastectomy with no reconstruction on one side because my asshat husband said it was unnecessary when they asked him since he didn't care. They asked for his approval when I was still in surgery. He, being a certified narcissist two or three levels above me, never gave a thought to whether I might feel it was necessary--- never mind, don't get me started.
So I just recently inherited some money. Twice as much as I was expecting. So I figured I had some gravy money and bought a car and an RV (to replace the one I gave to my daughter when she was homeless). That very same daughter, and two of her sisters, are all criticizing me for not going to Europe.
You read right. They think I should go to Hawaii, France and Italy and now, because of my impulse spending, I will not be able to do those things.
You should read the tone on these emails. "Have you paid the bills before you started spending the money?" asks the daughter who is planning her second bankruptcy. "Have you really thought this through that this is the best use of the money with you growing older every day?" asks the daughter who I've been supporting for going on three years. "Why do you need a trailer?" asks the daughter that I gave the trailer to that I bought for myself five years ago (this one is an exact duplicate).
I went to Honduras a couple of years ago and absolutely HATED it. The bugs ate me alive and I had fang marks and streaks up my legs from the spiders feasting on me. I was covered with goo at night and couldn't sleep with the scratching. My insect revulsion was in full force and I wanted to go home the day after I got there. (PS/The shots alone almost killed me.)
I have trouble sleeping in strange places, am not so much into gambling or eating gourmet food. I would be making vegetable smoothies and sticking to my healthy diet (so no cruises).
So after careful consideration, I decided that what I really want to do is bike and travel around by RV so I can linger. I hate to be rushed. I don't see why I have to justify spending my own money how I want.
Thanks for listening. I feel better already and have stopped muttering.
Anagrammy
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/18/2012 11:44PM by anagrammy.