Flying Duck Poo
I was standing in line waiting to purchase My Star Trek movie tickets and I get a page from my son. They are having a baby and getting married. Oh my God.
She has an untreated mental illness and we all know about him. He was asking for money so they could get a place. She is living in one room with her mother. He is living with a friend.
That poor baby doesn't have a chance. She is suicidal half the time and my son is already asking for help as if the baby is going to mean that I will do it all for them.
I couldn't talk much to him in line at the movies, but they will know they need to both start working to take care of this child. I'm not giving him money. There are two of them that can work and I'm working 7 days a week.
I'm just sick with worry for this baby. I'll start buying things the baby will need, but I'm not going to give him money. Not at all. The last time he had a baby it was the worst experience I've ever been through.
Ok, I'm done. Thanks for listening.
Hugs,
MG