There is life after death… You just have to allow yourself to find it.

The other day I sat in my car for 15 minutes in the parking garage at work before heading inside to start my day. I had ‘Amnesia’ by 5 Seconds of Summer playing on my radio. I had my chair leaning back slightly and a few tears in my eyes.. it’s almost been a year since she left this Earth & became my second and most precious angel that looks over me.

There is life after death… You just have to allow yourself to find it.

Death is never easy, no matter what the circumstances & no matter how strong you are, it breaks you. Death intervenes with your plans, it turns your world upside down, it creates a hole in your life where that person once was and you have to keep living – that’s what hurts the most. They aren’t here but you still are.

“The hardest part wasn’t losing you, it was learning to live without you”

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You begin to think back to every experience, every moment that you could’ve visited but decided to go out with friends instead. You imagine that if you would’ve just set your alarm a little earlier and made yourself get out of bed you could’ve at least said goodbye.. as if that would’ve made it any easier. You tear apart each and every instance of what you could’ve done differently and wish that you could change it in that very moment as if it would make a difference. While doing that, you destroy yourself.. you only make it worse.. you can’t allow yourself to go there. That’s where I allowed myself to go.. and even find myself there sometimes, too. In a very dark place.

 

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Death is everywhere. It’s a way of life, there’s no way to escape it. I lost my great-grandmother at a very young age. I bawled my eyes out at her funeral even though I never got the chance to really know her. I found out at the age of 11, my biological father passed away when my mom was 6 months pregnant with me. I can’t really tell you how I even managed to process that. But this death, the death of my grandma, the sweet, vibrant old lady who I grew up with and couldn’t stand to be without. (I mean after all, I spent every summer, just me, not my sisters, in Hilton Head, South Carolina with my grandparents. All summer.) This death.. turned my world upside down.

You have a picture of what life is going to be like when you get married, start a family and what I pictured was destroyed when we lost my grandma. I think along with her not being around to laugh at/with, joke with, mess around with, it’s even harder to know that she won’t be around for important milestones like graduating college and starting a family.

But throughout everything, I’ve maintained a strong face and made sure that my grandfather is taken care of. They were married 50 years, together 55 years. That’s almost unheard of in today’s society since marriage and divorce are commonplace. They were from a generation where you didn’t just give up, you fought, you went through hardships together and you worked on your marriage every single day. Their life wasn’t perfect, I witnessed them fight and argue just like my parents would and they would say things that I couldn’t believe I heard but the next day, it was all back to normal. They were a unit, stronger together than apart and they loved each other so deeply. I knew it, they knew it, we all knew it. But you can’t erase the look on your grandfather’s face as he mourns the loss of his wife of 55 years. He cried at her funeral, after 25 years on this Earth I’ve never seen him cry until that very day. It was heartbreaking. He was lost, and sometimes he still seems to be.

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I’ve learned many things in almost a year that she’s been gone about the world, the people in it and mostly, myself. I’ve learned that yet again, I’ve proven that I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was, I even surprise myself sometimes but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have my moments where I get a tear in my eye all of a sudden or something random just throws my body into a state of pure emotion. I got married and I’m sharing every aspect of my life with someone and I think back to having mnay conversations with my grandma about marriage, life and kids. My husband and I have learned a lot about each other, our lives before one another and we have taught each other a few things too. My granddad is starting to open his eyes to the truth and see all the lies and deceit that has been upon him for years and for once, he feels safe and taken care of because of me and my sister. He’s starting to see that he can live his life but it doesn’t make it any easier, he misses grandma and hears/sees her from time to time but that’s okay too. The most important thing is that you can’t just stop living your life. You’re allowed to have your weak days, your emotional days, the days where you don’t really feel like doing much but lying around but you still must push forward. You live a life that you’re proud of you, I’ll live a life that I know my grandma would be proud of even though she already was sooo proud of me even when I feel like I didn’t deserve it. I’ll live every moment always knowing that she is beside me, watching over me and celebrating with me when the moment calls for it. I know when I’m taking shots and dancing that before I got to that moment and was getting ready to leave the house, she would always be the one to tell me to wait on her, she was getting dressed and coming with me and my friends. & she always knew how to have a good time.

Most of all, she was the light surrounding our lives. Her embrace, her smile, her laughter, her jokes, her sailors mouth, just her presence was always so welcoming. I’ve never met anyone like her and I know that I never will, she is truly one of a kind. The day we lost her, the light dimmed immensely but it’s about the time that I need to find it once again.

I love you grandma. Not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. Granddad will be taken care of, don’t you worry. ❤

Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure. You are loved beyond words, and missed beyond measure.:

-Samantha

What Was I Thinking? WTF?

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day… I thank God every day I am Blessed with another glorious day on this planet, It’s a GREAT DAY to be ALIVE!  Positivity!  Thankfulness!  Gratefulness! Carpe Diem!  Life is GOOD!

Exactly... Cut them lose for your own sake. This is not mean or selfish. This is a choice based on self-respect.:

It wasn’t always that way.  For years I somehow stayed positive and upbeat while being involved with an extremely toxic person in an even more toxic relationship.  Controlling, manipulative, selfish!  As I look back, I cannot fathom how I was so stupid not to see how one person could suck so much life and happiness out of those around them.  How could one person thrive so much on making other people miserable, or feel badly about themselves just to make themselves feel better and superior?  Then in the next breath say “I love you.”  I am a pretty strong man, fairly intelligent, helpful, giving, loving, and caring, so how could I allow one person to gain so much control over my entire life and do everything in their power to make me feel like a low life scumbag?  I have great kids, we had a nice house, we drove nice cars, but it was never enough to make a difference.  Hearing you were a piece of shit and not a good provider, and Don’t, Don’t, DON’T, can’t, Can’t, CAN’T can wear down even the strongest, most stable person over time.

Yup, Just like Jason and Jolene. Toxic people to the core. They lie, cheat, back stab everyone they call thier friend and or family, they both use everyone for money, $2,500 to be exact, that they refuse to pay back at all. Always saying they will but never do, they only ask "friends" over cause they have cars. Its always about what they can get from someone and never about love. So we are letting go and getting rid of these toxic people for good!!! Small claims here we come:

The good thing is, somehow we all survived and thrived, but how much better could we all have done had we not been involved with that toxic person?  Why didn’t I see it sooner?  Why didn’t I listen to others?  My parents, my brother and sister, and a few friends I had all saw it, but why couldn’t I?  How was I so blind to not get my kids out of that toxic environment sooner?  WTF was I doing?  WTF was I thinking?

Take This Life And Shove IT!!!

Several events happened at the same time one month that woke me up.  I finally said enough is enough!   I prayed!  I packed up and moved out.  I prayed.  I filed for divorce!  I prayed.  My Grandmother (my guardian angel) passed away.  I prayed.  I met Nancy.  I prayed.  I changed jobs.  I prayed.  I finally listened to good people and began to remove the toxicity from my life.  I prayed.  I thanked God and my parents for waking me up.  I prayed.  I wish I could tell you everything immediately got better, but Nancy and I had both been through so much with our exes, we did not know how to act for quite some.  True to form, my ex did everything she could to try to make our lives miserable.  The divorce was ugly, and took several years just because that toxic individual did everything she could to try to maintain some kind of control.  It cost a lot of money too.  Money we did not have.  We sure ate a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and I’m not real fond of tuna salad any longer.  We prayed. We fought for custody which my attorney warned me was like throwing money down the well in Florida, but we had to do everything we could to get the girls out of that toxic environment.  We lost! We prayed.  Child support and alimony started. More tuna, more PB&Js, but with that time came more love, more understanding.  Nancy and I both grew as people, as a couple, as parents, and as people of faith.  We prayed and gave thanks.

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WE MADE IT!  It has been almost ten years since Nancy and I left our toxic relationships together.  We love, we show compassion, we cried together, we pray, but through everything we survived, we thrived, and for some strange reason, I WOULD NOT CHANGE ANY ONE OF THOSE STRUGGLES!  We love life.  We made It!  We have six beautiful daughters, two absolutely gorgeous grandchildren, and a much better understanding of how to stay the Hell away from toxic assholes!  If you know somebody in a toxic relationship…HELP THEM GET OUT! RUN! Or You will have to get rid of them to avoid that toxicity!!

And to those toxic assholes…KEEP YOUR MISERABLE ASS LIFE TO YOURSELF AND AWAY FROM US!  WE GOT THIS!!!  Ciao!

 

I can train my mind just like in 2012 Navaratri time when You gave me direction. Everything got derailed the past year and I am sure You will show me the light again.:

-Dennis

Them Damn Ricans!

I have a pretty close knit family.  Or at least I thought we were tight.  Okay let’s face it, we not be as tight as we all want to be because we all are sooooo damn busy, have kids, work, practices, grandkids, blah blah blah.  We all end up falling into that comfort after you leave the nest where you think you can survive on your own and still communicate with family members during the holidays, birthdays, or funerals.  I honestly thought my family was tight because we did things that way.  The holiday dinners and maybe the occasional Sunday football game with White House Chicken (our local chicken shack). We do a lot together as a family, so I thought we were a close knit family because we are a lot closer than most families we know.  Until we met Them Damn Ricans.

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Now there is a little bit of a back story I should mention first. Nancy’s ex was a complete asshole, maybe not the largest, but definitely in the top 7 asshole list of all time.  He was very controlling and would not allow her to visit family unless his goofy ass was around for whatever all- about-him reason he had.  After Nancy left his dumbass, and he was convinced his best chance for survival was to leave the country and move back in with his parents, Nancy was free to visit her family as much as she liked.  I couldn’t wait to meet them either.  So was I accepted?  Immediately!  I was the one who brought Nancy home and put a smile back on her face because that is exactly what she had done for me.  I had a feeling I would be accepted just for that reason and that was enough for me.  But them Damn Ricans went so far above and beyond appreciation in welcoming all of us it was almost embarrassing.

In the beginning of our relationship, I met Nancy’s mother and two of her brothers.  All absolutely amazing people.  When my family actually discovered how families should act around one another was on our first trip to Puerto Rico.  My mom and dad came along with Nancy and I so they too could meet some of Nancy’s family and enjoy a nice vacation.  We were met at the airport by aunts, uncles, and cousins as far as the eye could see.  Some of the aunts brought their famous coquito which is a Puerto Rican holiday drink most close to egg nog but 100 times better.  We caravanned to a small group of roadside bars and eateries in Rio Piedras where another group of aunts, uncles, and cousins were waiting on us.  We ate!  Oh my God did we eat, had some soda pops (Medallia) of the local variety, kissed, hugged and got to know one another.  We then went back to my Mother In Law’s (Maria) house where still even more family awaited.  More food, more Medallias, more hugs and kisses, music blaring, and dancing and singing like crazy.  I do not remember sleeping that day, but Them Damn Ricans put on one hell of a party and we felt instantly welcome.  We spent our almost entire two weeks that year with all of them.  Amazing!  It really sucked to say good bye, but we had to.  We immediately planned the same trip for the same time the next year.

As our plane touched down in San Juan the next year, it is customary to clap loudly and sing a little song.  We remebered it, and joined in this time.  Once again, a massive family get together at the airport, time together in Rio Piedras then off to Mom’s house.  We rented a beach house this time because more of our “White” friends wanted to come with us on this trip.  Nancy and I were going to renew our vows in Camuy at a gorgeous place owned by Tio (Uncle) Sonny’s friend Ramone and his wife.  Of course it was a pub/eatery we visited on the last trip, but their is a gorgeous cliff over looking the Carribean that was something out of a fairy tale.  The entire family and our friends rented rooms at a small, quaint resort in Camuy which was about a mile from the wedding spot.  It wasn’t gorgeous but it was magical, inexpensive and right on the Carribean.  I mentioned magical because this is where I saw magic happen between two different cultures and people occur that made me feel so good about the world.  I said we were all immediately accepted, but this was ridiculous.  My brother in laws, Alex and Anthony would scale the coconut trees and bring coconuts down, shave them, pour rum in them and serve them to whomever wanted one. This was about 9am.  My sister, Shannon fell in love with those two and they treated her like a princess.  So my dad wanted to join them.  He tried to climb the tree, but the years of him doing that passed, but I’ll be damned if he didn’t pick up that machete and learn how to shave one down even though my mom’s heart fell with every swipe.  It was amazing watching him.  So the day fell into night on that New Years’ Eve.  We went to the pub/eatery for final plans and ate, drank, and sang.  We all sang karaoke.  My dad and I even did a song even though we were so out classed by our new families singing voices (they all can sing beautifully) we sang New York, New York.

Messing with us, the owner, Ramone changed the lyrics over to Spanish half way through.  Big laughs ensued, but we ad libbed as best we could.  When we got back to the resort around 1am, my dad and a friend of ours Hillbilly were not tired, so they found the Manager’s room and had him open the bar.  Surprisingly they did not get shot and he opened the bar and we made it worth his while.  Apparently on New Years’ Eve it is customary to knock on the doors of people, sing a song, and they have to offer you something to eat and drink then join you in moving onto the next home.  By 3am the entire resort was up with us and we went to a grassy area outside of our room.  We were laughing and drinking, and my primo (cousin) Manolo picked up a trash can, Damian some sticks, Tio Coca some rocks, Tia Martita an empty jug and then they made music.  Good music.  Our prima Yarixa (Jar-itza) began to sing and if it was if the Heavens opened up.  Then all the aunts joined in, brothers, cousins, oh my God it was an amazing event I will never forget.  We did that til dawn, got a nap, then got ready for the wedding.

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We still try to make a trip every year over New Years’ Eve and stay thru Three Kings Day, but now all Them Damn Ricans come up to our places on Lake Erie to camp with us for an extended weekend over the summer.  So now every year when we go up to open our campers, the first thing we get asked is when Them Damn Ricans are coming.  When they do show up, we have about five grills going at once, as many coolers as we can find, corn hole and hillbilly golf wars, and lots of music.  We still go fishing in the mornings with whoever wants to go, then we party the night away.  They are truly amazing people, and they never waivered about opening their arms and lives to my family.  So thank you to THEM DAMN RICANS!  I LOVE YOU ALL!

RIP Tia Martita!

 

-Denney

A Chance Meeting? I Don’t Think So!

Several years ago I was fortunate enough to become a Field Consultant for 7 Eleven which, despite the stereotypes is a phenomenal job and a great company to work for.  In the training process you basically start as a third shift cashier and work your way up to the position you were hired for.  It was a fantastic training program and I will be the first to tell you those third shifters are worth their weight in gold.  The program took nearly a year to complete, but I had several years of C-Store experience so I fast tracked a little bit.  I LOVED IT!  ALL OF IT!  At that point I was making good money and I actually got the chance to go home every night and see my girls.  Plus it allowed me a chance to be myself, and to get away from the horrible marriage I had at home.  Through this job I was able to disguise my personal life for a good 8-12 hours a day then go home to my princesses.  I truly felt blessed!

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My trainer, we will call her Natalie, had all of her Store Managers in her area come over to the store I was training in to meet me because she is just an awesome leader like that.  One by one they filed in, shook my hand, introduced themselves, offered their help with anything I needed, then they went back to their stores.  It was a really great gesture and greatly appreciated.  The very last Manager that day immediately caught my eye, and I mean WOW!  I had never laid eyes on her or spoken a word to her before but I was suddenly a 16 year old boy, nervous, dry mouthed, hands sweating, and I got butterflies in my stomach. She had a radiant smile, shining, gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes, and a rack only God Himself could have created.  I felt weak in the knees and I mumbled so badly through the intro she probably thought I was “special”!  After she left, I told Natalie she would be the next Mrs. Swain.  Natalie quickly told me I didn’t have a chance in Hell.  It was a tight group of people so my words traveled quickly to Nancy.  It didn’t take long for me to find out the woman of my dreams found me to be quite an “ASSHOLE!”  Wow right? So I thought…CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!  GAME ON!

Yes, I was still married at the time, but it was over way before then.  We had a marriage of convenience at that time, and three beautiful little girls to consider, but I was still married so I could not go all out after Nancy like I normally would have.  I had to strategize.  I could not stop thinking about her, but she seemed very happy in her life, and I may be a lot of things, but I am no home wrecker nor could I afford to be accused of flirting with a store manager I could possibly some day supervise.  It was very complicated to say the least, but I just could not shake it.  The more I had the chance to talk to her or ask her questions about how to do something, the deeper I was falling.  She knew how I felt about her from the beginning, but the whole “asshole” and being married thing deterred her from even giving me the time of day outside of work.

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I went through almost two years of this with her.  I would call her while I was driving from one store to another to ask her questions I already knew the answer to just so I could hear her voice.  She figured that out quickly, but man I had it bad.  To make things worse, I began to find out she was just as unhappy at home as I was, she had three daughters also around the same ages as mine, and had the same birthday as my soon to be ex-wife, just one year older.  Strange coincidences like these just started happening, strange, but really great too.

Somehow, I kept getting sent to her store for projects…wink wink! If you know Nancy at all, she runs a pretty damn perfect store, so I knew I had Natalie’s blessing.  We talked a lot.  Mostly about our kids, but there was finally mutual flirtation going on.  We listened to each other, and realized how unhappy we both were.  Both of our main concerns were our kids.  We kept that focus.

One day, okay hell  with that shit, it was December 2nd, and I will never ever forget it! Nancy was sent to court to represent our company.  Once again, I was sent to her store that day to do a reset while she was gone.  When she returned she was pretty shaken up, our eyes locked, and right then I knew.  I knew the last two years of patience and doing the right thing had finally paid off.  She pulled me into the office of her store and laid the still greatest kiss of my life on me.  I melted! DONE,  Silly putty!  We agreed to go to dinner that night and talk.  I have never been so nervous in my life.  I felt 18 again.  I knew at that point God had sent me this way out of my league Puerto Rican Angel in my time of need, and I was not going to let her go.  We went out for wings and beers.  Yes beers. Double plural but remember I am a red neck! We soon lost track,of time talking about our kids, what we like to do, families, and everything else imagineable.  We knew things were going to be very complicated from this point forward, but we both wanted to see what might come out of this.  We kept it hush hush at this point since there was no need to ruffle feathers or get the kids involved if we didn’t think things would work.  Their lives were hard enough and birthdays of our oldest daughters and the holidays were quickly approaching.

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The next few weeks flew by.  I talked to my Grandma Hale who was my confidant.  She was dieing of cancer and dementia but was sharp as a tack that moment I talked to her.  She knew something was wrong, but told me to always follow my heart, believe in God, and LIVE every day. She passed on my oldest daughter Samantha’s 16th birthday.  We did not tell her that day of course, but it was very difficult for me to hide all the bottled up emotions I had going on.  It was tough but we couldn’t ruin Samii’s day!

I finally made the decision to move out on my own because I just couldn’t take it any longer.  That same day, Nancy asked her guy to move out also.  I swear it was not planned that way, it just happened we both thought we wanted to get through the holidays for the kids.  It was actually New Years’ Day!  How fitting huh?  I was scheduled to have a meeting the next day so I called Nancy for advice.  She let me know her situation that day as well.  We met and she secretly, for some reason, helped me find an efficient apartment which just happened to be right across the street from her store, and the courting began.

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We knew things were going to be complicated, but we had no idea the things we were about to endure.  My oldest (Samii) wanted nothing to do with me.  Nancy’s kids rebelled some too.  We had to plan little meetings around our girls, work, and divorce proceedings. It was a tough go. I still don’t know how we did it, but we did.  We prayed together a lot. Still do, and it was by the grace of God things would somehow work out each time.  We slowly introduced each other to our children.  She would come with me to football games or cheer competitions so we could at least watch Samii cheer and get a peek at Shayna and Lexi when they weren’t with us.  We blasted through each challenge that presented itself, and I still would not change a thing.

 

The one challenge I never took into consideration was the looks we would sure receive. I’m white! Very white! Redneck white! Nancy is Puerto Rican.  I guess I gave my fellow human beings more credit than they deserved, but we got over that too.  It just really became a funny shock to our kids’ friends especially Nancy’s, when they found out I was white. Quite comical even.  Even more funny was the group of friends we hung out with were all made up of mixed race couples, a male gay couple, and a female gay couple. It was an amazing bunch!

As life continued on for the Swain clan, we meshed.  We lost alot of battles, but won the wars.  Feelings got hurt, things were said, tears we shed, but I still wouldn’t trade the chance of meeting her for anything in the world.  Things worked out, our kids found out the truth, and fences were mended.  We don’t use the step word very often, we are a family accepted from both sides of our wonderful families and we are all back together and thriving!

God is so good, and so is life!!!!

Gracias mi Dios por un nuevo despertar lleno d paz d amoor y nuevos pensamientos que me llenan de alegria y se regocija mi alma de harmonia:):

 

 

-Denney

What had to be done.

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As a little girl you are wrapped around fairy tales, your Barbie’s and your parent’s fingers because you are their little princess. As you look back on those moments, at the age of 25, you couldn’t ever imagine your life without your family as your number one and those very people being the ones that protect you from all the evil the world has to offer. Little do you know, the one you trusted with your heart and soul will rip it into a thousand pieces, not once, not twice, but a million different times and in a million different ways. You keep giving in but there comes a time where you finally stand up to that very evil and even though it takes everything out of you, you shove it out of your life. You had to. You’ve given countless chances. Forgiven. But never forgotten. But the end result is always the same..no matter how much time has passed, no matter what the consequences. You are left in pieces, and the only choice you have is to pick yourself back up, put yourself back together and learn from your mistakes. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Well, I was fooled more than twice. So no one can ever say that I didn’t give a damn.

“You can’t change someone who doesn’t see an issue in their actions”.

It is sad. But it is the truth. I’ve seen it, you have probably seen it, we have all in some way, shape or form witnessed this to be 100% true. People these days are some of the selfish that they have ever been. It’s a problem. It creates a lot of problems. It creates a huge distance between them and the ones that they love, or used to love anyway. Ultimately, this is where it all fell apart for me. Someone who was so consumed in everything just being about them, not just wanting but needing the material things, the thrill, the competition, the adventure while their children were to fend for themselves. That last part really irks me, does it do the same to you? Maybe not, but because I dealt with it first hand for years, it kills me to even think about it. Or to even allow myself to go there.

Don’t get it twisted, I have some fabulous family members and friends, some blood-related and others not even close but they might as well be. And I am truly, very blessed to have them in my life. Without them, things would be completely different and I’m not sure how I would’ve made it through. Well, I would have made it through, I consider myself a fairly strong person but with them, the pain started to slowly disappear (not completely, it still lingers from time to time), life begun to fall together into something truly beautiful and I had people that I could count on no matter what the task, obligation or obstacle that lie ahead.

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Selfish people tend to only be good to themselves… then are surprised when they are alone. - Steve Maraboli For more quotes and inspirations: http://www.lifehack.org/articles/communication/selfish-people-tend-only-good-themselves-then.html?ref=ppt10: Sometimes you have to give up on people. Not because you don't care, because they don't.: Blog post about coping with a loved one who struggles with addiction. "My First Best Friend" talks about watching a loved one fall into addiction and finding forgiveness and the ability to love.:

There comes a point and time when you just cannot handle anymore destruction, heartbreak and suffering and you just have to let go… because if you don’t, it will be the end of you. That’s what it came down to, for me. I believe in second chances, even if you may not, I understand and I won’t judge you for it. But each and every time I allowed this person to come and wreak havoc on my life, I died a little inside. It killed me to know that this human being, this person who was supposed to love & protect me at all costs, would so gladly hurt me in ways unimaginable and wouldn’t find the need to make amends or want to for that matter. Honestly – this entire blog has been about the hurt that I’ve dealt with and what I’ve felt but what I care about most is that fact that others around me have been hurt, destroyed and confused on what they ever did to deserve such treatment.

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What I care about is that even on their worst day, they would still give you the world but it’s never good enough. You always want, want, want. You pry on their weaknesses and when they are most vulnerable. You humiliate everyone by the name you’ve given yourself and we have to live with it too. You’ve been given countless chances and opportunities but have chosen yourself every time. Somehow, some way you have manipulated people to continue to be around you, but sadly, your time with them is limited. It’s only a matter of time before your true self has been revealed and you have yourself to blame. You’ve destroyed any hope of having a family that we’ve once dreamt of. What I will say though, thank you for giving me a wonderful sibling, without her I would go insane. Thank you for three sets of the best grandparents I could’ve ever imagined. Thank you for an amazing father, a wonderful step-mommy dearest and siblings that if it weren’t for you, they would’ve never been apart of my life. And thank you for documenting our lives in pictures and photo albums because at least there, I am able to reminisce on the happy memories when we were once given a shit about by you. So thank you.

And to you: Stop pointing fingers at others when you are the one at fault, you only make yourself look more pathetic than you already are. Please do not act like I am the cold-hearted one that never wanted you apart of my life and that I only pushed you away when you kept “trying”. Your version of “trying” ended the same way every time, it never changed. The only consistent was the amount of pain and tears you caused each and every one of us, that was enough for a lifetime two times over. Don’t say I never forgave you, I forgave you more than you ever deserved. More than I should have. Oh well, maybe you could say that I had hope for you? Or that I wanted you apart of my life and I thought that maybe, just maybe, you would change for your kids? But we were all wrong, jokes on us. It’s bad enough that my kids (when I have them, not pregnant) will have to grow up without their great-grandmother — who would’ve been the light in their lives just like she was in mine. But don’t worry – they will grow up with multiple grandmothers who I don’t have to worry about leaving them with; in fear that something awful will happen because you cannot get your act together. Among all the awful things you’ve said to me over the years, you hit home when you brought Mel (my biological father) into this screwed-up mess. Don’t you dare think that he doesn’t see the person I’ve become, the complete opposite of what you describe me as, because he watches over me every day. Lastly, I’ve let go.. for good.  I will not allow anyone else to be hurt by you, as long as I live. I hope that you find happiness, peace and the life you so desperately long for.. even though that’s certainly more than you even deserve. Ciao.

 

-Samantha

What Does It Mean, To Sacrifice Something?

Do you know what “sacrifice” and “the best” have in common? They’re both wildly overused and abused words that are used to describe something or someone. “The best burger ever!” Really? You’ve had every type of burger in the world and known to man? Recently, if you watched the Super Bowl, you heard about Cam Newton not “sacrificing his body” on a fumble that he had a chance to recover, but is sacrifice the right word to describe his inaction, when going for his own fumble isn’t technically something that’s out of the norm for his very profession and, more specifically, that specific scenario on the biggest of all sports stages?

In Life and Love:

The very word, sacrifice, became a surprisingly simplistic, mundane internal argument I’ve been having with myself since my wife, one of the two regulars on this blog, wrote “…thank you for all that you sacrifice” in a very moving and appreciative Valentine’s Day card last month. When I read it and asked her what it was she thought I was sacrificing, she said it was because of my current job giving me tennis elbow in both arms, causing a great deal of discomfort and, sometimes, a searing, stabbing pain in both forearm areas at any given time, even on the weekends when I’m supposed to be recovering.

As if on cue, my mind, ever the hyper-analytical and argumentative one, was flooded with various different arguments that I had neither the right person nor the time to vent or argue with about how people, with seemingly blatant ignorance and disregard, throw out a word like sacrifice. Cam Newton is supposed to dive for his own fumble, especially if it’s in the Super Bowl. An outfielder is supposed to dive full-speed for a blooper/pop up, whether it’s the first out of the inning or the final out in Game 7 of the World Series. A Secret Service agent is supposed to take a bullet for whomever he or she has been charged with protecting…but am I supposed to have pain in both of my arms when my job is to edit highly sensitive reports?

The answer is a very resounding NO.

My wife and I met while we both worked at dead-end carnie jobs at Universal Studios; I was working part-time to simply put gas in my car driving to and from UCF to finish my Bachelor’s, and she was being given lip service about how they were going to fast track her to a supervisor position. The ride I worked at, as a menial pawn a.k.a. attractions attendant, had very stiff and unserviced harnesses. After one year of working there, an elbow injury from years of abuse from sports began to flare up, and it got to the point where my doctor thought Tommy John surgery was a viable way to rectify the issue. My wife, on the other hand, hand to sacrifice her overall sanity while she was in charge of people who, quite frankly, were either below or slightly above Forrest Gump-level intellect. Nowhere in that job description did either of us see “risk your future health and mental well-being” in the “primary responsibilities” role.

And now we reach the crux of the issue: when someone legitimately sacrifices something or themselves, not the Cam Newton-lack-thereof version, should that sacrifice go unnoticed? Should someone throwing away their dignity to brown nose and get a promotion and someone risking potential surgery on both arms be constituted as the same type of sacrifice?

et bah y'en intérêt parce que là, j'ai ma dose de chaos!:

 

This is a tough question for many of you, I’m sure, especially when I ask that you leave politics out of it. You responses are appreciated, but not necessary; I’m simply trying to bring to light an issue that seems to have been forgotten in this chaotic world we live in today.

 

 

-Case

Empty Nest Syndrome?

As I have stated in our “About” section, Nancy and I have six daughters together.  Something very strange happened in August of 2015… We were suddenly alone at home.  The baby of our half dozen graduated from high school and decided to move in with one of her older sisters and help out with our grandson until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life.  Of course, this was not the first time a daughter left, but this feeling was very strange to us.  Krystal and Samii moved out about the same time to go to college, and that was tough, but we still had the others at home.  Then slowly one by one, the others left too.  Kristine left with her boyfriend and had our first grandchild. Shayna stayed in Florida when we moved to Ohio to take care of her grandparents on my first wife’s side of the family.  Alexis bounced back and forth between us and her “egg donor” which posed a different challenge in our relationship.  Hilsa, the youngest, had always been with us and was the last one to embark on life’s journey.

Our work as parents was nearly complete as far as getting the girls raised as responsible young ladies prepared to take on the world.  We were warned several times by friends of this phenomenon called “Empty Nest Syndrome”.  It is supposed to be a feeling of severe sadness and depression that comes over parents after all of their children move out on their own.  So let me be the first to tell you that as a loving father who still communicates with each daughter several times a week…

I DID NOT FEEL ANY OF THAT!!!

WOOHOO!  Let the party begin!  We are FREE!  Dobby is a free elf!! (We all are Harry Potter nerds too).  We accomplished our mission as parents and it is now our time to lay around the house naked and drink a glass of wine as much as we like.  I hope they all winced at that remark.  Life is good.  Nancy and I no longer have to lock the bedroom door and play smooth jazz to let the girls know not to knock, wink wink!  We come and go as we please, we have date night every night, and yes, we do chase each other around the house naked!  Nancy has done pretty well also, not as good as I have, but she seems to be adjusting just fine.

So if you are a parent who is worried about this “Empty Nest Syndrome” thing, DON’T!  It is an amazing feeling being free!  ENJOY LIFE!  CHEERS!

 

 

-Denney

Everything happens for a reason.

Whether or not you agree with me, I truly believe that everything does happen for a reason.

I know death isn’t easy, losing someone you thought was your soul mate and trust me when I say this — I don’t believe that anyone should have to go through what cancer patients do. I wish it didn’t exist, I really do.

From the moment we are born, the clock begins to tick. Life is rough. Adulting sucks. We spend all this time as a child wanting to grow up faster. Then as an adult, we repeat our 21st birthday every birthday after we turn 30… I wish there was a secret to it all, but there isn’t.

 Some people come in your life as blessings, others come in your life as lessons.

We’ve all experienced a time where someone who was apart of our lives for years or someone we felt as if we had such a connection that there was no way we wouldn’t be in each other’s lives forever…and POOF – one day you never talk again. It’s weird, isn’t it? In those moments when it first happens, you ask yourself ‘What the hell happened?’ Sometimes, it’s simple. You went your separate ways and drifted apart and neither of you made much of an effort to save it. Or you got into a huge fight and you didn’t realize exactly how different you were so it was time to just let it go. And then there are times where it just happens in the blink of an eye.. a couple years down the road you come across their picture in your Timehop or their Facebook page. You reminisce on the memories and you smile, laugh, cry and that’s that. It’s normal. We all do it.

Years later, you finally start to realize the underlying reason why you’re either still friends or you’re not at all. This is why the perfect quote comes to mind, ‘Some people come in your life as blessings, others come in your life as lessons.I am a very outgoing, outspoken, loud individual. I was a cheerleader from the age of 2 until the age of 20. I was involved in many sports such as softball, volleyball, track (sprints, none of that long distance crap) and flag football. Therefore, I was always around people and I was always making friends or making frenemies. In the moments leading up to a friendship ending, you don’t quite understand why until years later (or you do because they’re completely crazy and you couldn’t get away faster) and then it all just clicks. It immediately makes sense in your head why those certain individuals never made it to your adult years. After high school, you go your separate ways, you lose touch with basically everyone.. But there are some that make it through college together. I have been blessed with wonderful friendships with the most fantastic human beings throughout my life and they have taught me some wonderful life lessons and they have been the world’s biggest blessings. I am thankful to each and everyone person that has come into my life whether they are still here or not because they have shaped me into the person I am. Each and every person has come into my life for a purpose whether it be at a good time or a very bad one and they have benefited me in the greatest way. I hope that at least a few of them can say the same for me.

All in all, some of life’s greatest moments are the unexpected ones. The ones you never thought you wanted or needed. Something that steers you way off the course you intended to take.. It’s all happening for a reason. It all leads up to something spectacular.. it just may take a little more time and if you’re like me, I’m suuuuuper impatient so I tend to go a little mad. Oops!

Like Carrie Underwood said in her song ‘Good in Goodbye’:

As bad as it was, as bad as it hurt
I thank God I didn’t get what I thought that I deserved
Sometimes life leads you down a different road
When you’re holding on to someone that you gotta let go
Someday you’ll see the reason why
Sometimes, yeah, sometimes, there’s good in goodbye

So yeah, everything happens for a reason. Simply put: There is good in goodbye.

 

 

 

-Samantha

Morning

Good Morning Peeples!  Thank you for following us yesterday and liking our stuff.  I cannot wait to get the opportunity to check out the things you have done.  I am not very good at new technology at this point, but with 6 daughters ages 19-26 you kind of have to get up to speed or the boys will find it as a weakness. Boys?  Asshats, throbbing testosterone, but that is another subject entirely.  I have only had to make one former son in law wannabe disappear so far, so I think those are pretty good odds.  I have 2 more that are okay, and one sitting in the bull pen waiting because he cannot quite figure me out. Or at least that is what I’m telling myself.  Oh and surprise, maybe a daughter in law in our future. Yep, we got a gay in our half dozen…LMAO.  We told you we could tell some stories. I’m open to helping Moms and Dads alike.  Tampons to prom dresses, diapers to first cars, first dates to weddings. I got all the free advice you could ever want.  Off to work for a few hours.  Hope everyone is ready for the Super Bowl! Go Browns! Please pray for Johnny, sounds like he needs it…A LOT!!!  Ciao!

 

-Denney