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Monday, 2 August 2021

Happy Failure Day…

 …to TB! Party time! Excellent!!! πŸŽ‰ πŸŽŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ‘

When I was a kid back in the 70s family friends of ours went into business and right from the get-go, it was the classic rags-to-riches story. We kids were all friends; I was the second youngest in our gang. They moved a ways away a few years later to Snob Hill - an exclusive development adjacent to the golf course. After that it was to a hobby horse farm a couple miles out of town. The folks were in the big time: huge sprawling house, new cars, best-in-class horses from top breeders, season tickets in the VIP section for the Oilers and Eskimos, and on and on. 

The folks lived in the fast lane, but so did the kids. All the cool kids went to their place in the summer to ride horses and play in the pool. When they turned 16 daddy bought them their first car. T got a brand new Trans Am. S and K got heavily customized hot rods - Pop and I built the engines for them. (I did all the important jobs like washing parts and polishing the cylindersπŸ˜‰). The kids lived in the fast lane too. S got into big trouble with booze and drugs when he was 16. So did his two younger brothers at 14 and 11. I remember looking at them and wondering what had happened to them - they might as well have been space aliens.

I have my own failure day and I will never forget it. It was the first day back at work after the Christmas holidays. I went into work early and did some chores, emptied the garbage cans and chatted with the coworkers to see how their holidays went, and get a sense of what was on their plates for the day. I sat down at the computer, turned on the mail… and saw one from my daughter. I opened it up, expecting to find she’d forgotten something at our house, or that she needed some money or something trivial like that. Instead I found out that she was now a self righteous militant lesbian, and that our family - I - was going to change… or else. Somewhere I had failed as a father and failed badly. For awhile it was the end of the world for me. We haven’t seen each other since. She may as well be dead. 

But I got away lightly too. Nowadays, with 76 genders and 141 sexual orientations… there are even nastier perverts out there than the queers. Can you imagine being the father of a tranny? And being forced, by law, to support and pay for incredibly expensive “gender re-assignment” “therapy”? Not to fed poast… but let’s just say I’d be in jail if that happened to me.

It took me years and a new faith to gain an appreciation for what I did have, and how much worse things could have been. Big Al’s boy did the same thing to him… and today his mid-20s son is living in his mom’s basement. He and I understand each other in ways we wish we didn’t. But we are unlikely fast friends because of it. Funny how life works these days. I thought it was nuts in the 70s and 80s…but today I wonder what planet I am on.

Things could always be a helluva lot worse. There are days my baggage weighs on me like a stone… but at such times, it’s perspective that is most important. 

It’s a long weekend up here today - for those of you that have to go to work, I’d offer my condolences. But… I’d love to have a decent job to go in to. Consider your good fortune. πŸ˜‰πŸ‘

Have a great Monday. Keep yer damned chins up or else!

10 comments:

  1. Glen, my heart is heavy reading that post. There are days I also wonder what happened to my planet, how could things turn so sideways. And there are days I wonder how I was worthy of the Grace and forgiveness bestowed upon me, not that I was any real hell raiser but I had my share of screw ups.

    Here’s to hoping your daughter genuinely sees the forgiveness she needs in God’s eyes and that it translates into some form of an acceptable family relationship for you.

    God Bless you and your wife.

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  2. Bah! What're ya going to do, Bobo? You deal with it and move past it. TB had it a lot worse than I did - and he recovered better than I did too. To be honest... I did alright too. I am not the kind to take crap off of disgruntled lesbians, and their female rage head enablers in my family were egging her on and they were no picnic to be around either. When our family collapsed I found my faith, my marriage improved dramatically and today I don't have to put up with those idiots and their self destructive nonsense anymore. They were batshit crazy then and I will bet time has only made them worse. My mom came around... maybe the others will in time too, maybe not. It's not my problem anymore.

    On her side, my daughter lives in a community of other queers and degenerates, they have their own reality and community and maybe my daughter has found a temporary refuge there. Most of them destroyed their families too, by the sounds of it. Maybe that's the best she can get in life, but it's all on her now - as it should be.

    From here on out I am just along for the ride...

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  3. Glen - You have perspective, which is a valuable thing. Many people do not even get that far.

    Arguably we got off light, although I know of others in the same situation that have literally lost marriages, children, and everything financial.

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    1. Yeah I dunno, TB. Maybe I am full of beans. All you can do is take your lumps.

      And be thankful we aren't tards like Jack, Pete, and Quartermain... ;)

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  4. You and I are the same age. Most of my contemporaries have kids in their 20s and 30s. Annie and I got a late start and never had kids cause we figured we could not afford them and by the time we could, chances were they'd have an arm sprouting out of their for head or something. I often wonder who will look out for us when we no longer are able. Then I hear your lot and am glad I don't have to deal with none of this shit.
    https://theferalirishman.blogspot.com/2021/08/todays-word-of-week-is-neurodivergent.html

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  5. Failure? Yes, but whose failure? I can sympathize. Without going into detail, I have two "grown" kids who didn't turn out as expected. My wife often asks me "Where did we go wrong?" My answer is always: "We did everything we could, as well as we could." When they are born, you have complete control over them. Every day after that, you have a little less control, and they are influenced more and more by their friends and the world around them, until finally they are independent. That's how it should be, but the results are not always what you hoped for. Not my failure!

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  6. I don't know many parents. I know of one success story, which involves Big Frank who got married and went to work at 16 because he got a girl pregnant. The wife and mother, being batshit crazy, accused Frank of abuse. The prosecutor spoke with the young lady for 20 minutes, then had a brief conference with Frank. Her words, and I'm not kidding here, were, "You actually lived with that thing? How?"

    So Big Frank raised his daughter in spite of his ex-thing, and that included playing little girl type games with her. Like Prom Date... Frank really is big and looks like a motorcycle outlaw, so when he answers the front door wearing a tiara your first question has to do with a brand new drug.

    The little girl grows up, graduates college magna cum laude, and gets a nice job. Her boyfriend and future husband graduated suma cum laude, and he looks the part. Maybe 140 soaking wet, thin, glasses, and the only problem he had involved the men at work who made fun of him for being a college boy. Then he got his diploma and quit.

    Both young people lean left. Both are successful, and goodhearted. Frank's comment is that raising her was a ton of work, but worth it.

    I know of two other couples and five kids, and I'll describe the kids as FTL - Failure To Launch. The parents worked hard raising them, but the kids just failed. There's no other way to put it.

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  7. And, by the way, your daughter's problems and lifestyle are not your fault.

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  8. Hey Glen. I came to the same conclusion as Ult-Ord. My oldest son was "self-aware" at about four. Read that as in charge of his own life. He is sharp as a whip and was more than a handful. He quit school at 15, "because I'm a man". I'll fill in the rest if you want to know. But he is a known entity, its all out there. My youngest, learned from everyone else's mistakes and was really easy to raise. But they both have done similar things after they left the roost. Things they were taught from the womb were wrong and don't have any place in my family. They are solely responsible for what they have done and are doing.

    I don't blame my parents for where I am, so I don't accept blame for where my kids are. Heck, I just glad mom and dad didn't beat me to death before I turned 10!!!

    See if you can separate the guilt from the disappointment. And as you said, she had a lot of encouragement. And only a couple great folks standing in the river trying to hold it back. That is honourable in my book. Keep your chin up, and encourage your missus.

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  9. Ah shit, I’m okay with whatever this is, fellas. My “kid” is 36 this year. The in-laws that used to push their way into my family and start bullying are in their 80s next year. None of us are the same people we were anymore. They defended their granddaughter and would say ‘All that matters is if she’s happy’ and maybe there’s truth in that… but I need to be happy too. We all do. It’s hard sometimes but we’ve been working at it. The wife is a big wheel at her church and active in the social functions. I am a nuisance at the rod and gun club and stay out of jail by pestering the other gunnies.

    My wife said it best. There used to be those sappy posters with wise quotes on them, and one said, “if you love something set it free. If it comes back to you it’s yours. If it doesn’t - it never was.” I always thought such things as sentimental drivel, but it’s true.

    I am not happy but I am content and for now I am free. It’s enough.

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