Quote From: jb7ctxSorry I gave you a post traumatic stress memory. And yes, it does turn my stomach pepto pink. My sister called me yesterday wanting to know if she could borrow some money from me because her (adult daughter living at home, who dont work, and has 3 kids) is sick and she needs money for medicine! Sorry, but here I go again, I told her that her daughter needs to get off her butt and get a JOB so she can have money for her own medicine! What am I supposed to do? take care of this grown lazy child? I have my own kids to take care of and they are young. THEN, her grown adult daughter, who dont work and sits on her butt all day, gets mad at me for not giving any money when she is desperatelty sick! The only illness she has is called : LAZY-I-TIS! It would be one thing if I loaned her lazy daughter money, only IF I can borrow money from her, but I cant borrow money from her because she dont know how to WORK! PLUS, she would never pay me back and why? because she dont know how to work. I guess they think I am stupid.
it amazes me how parents don't realize the incredible damage they do by over loving, over indulging and keeping the 'bottle' stuck in their childrens mouth. what really makes me crazy, is that they live at home and don't contribute to house hold finances. AND, still expect for mom and dad to take care of them. to top it off, instead of bringing home a stray animal, they bring in a stray person. i am so tired of people my age saying how hard it is for their adult children to pay rent here in nyc. listen, if it's so expensive here, go move to wisconsin. ( no offense Wisconsinites) life isn't fair and it requires something called hard work. too bad your sister doesn't get it. when i realized my oldest "child" was becoming a moocher, and that college was my dream and not his reality, i knew i had to shove him out of my nest. here's a little tip for you. he was told his household contribution to our home would be 400 a month. (that would only cover my gas and electric bill) on the first of every month i would be on him like white on rice, pay up sonny boy. he hated me and thought i was so unfair. after all, i was obligated to take care of him forever, god said so. every month, i would put on my ninja outfit and pursue him for 'the rent money'. the battles were not fun. he would call me cruel-la. but little did he know, i opened a bank account and put every penny he gave me in this account. within a year, "i" had saved enough money for him to move out. he was only 23 but i knew it was time for him fly my coop. i saw what my mother had done to my sister and i didn't want to do that to him. he's now 28, living on his own and is doing okay. he tried coming back a few times but i changed the locks and threw on a disguise . and now i start working on the next kid, my daughter who turns 23 in a month. gotta go up in the attic and get the ninja outfit ready. oh well.... any way, you stay strong. i know how frustrating it can be to see moocher ism live and uncut. a moocher is a moocher, they do it because they can. wouldn't it be great if they had a boot camp for adult moochers children. let's see. they would have to work 2 jobs and give one income back to charity. make a 7 course meal every night from scratch, kraft mac n cheese doesn't count. they would have to clean the house including the inside of all closets daily with a little toothbrush. they would have to get up take their kid to school, pick them up dedicate all the time necessary to their well being, make dinner, do household chores and be available to every little detail in life. oops, sorry, i started talking about the life i live and I'm sure you do to. you know what? life is like a box of chocolate. you stick you finger in each one to find the one you like the best. so stay strong girlfriend. if you get really ticked off, take a chocolate and throw it at your niece. stupid-itis is definitely not a disease you want to catch. now that box of chocolate, doesn't that sound so much nicer. peace out
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