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Songbird76

Songbird76

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Tony the Tigger said:
My situation was a little more volatile. I had been briefly talking with my Dad who I hadn’t seen since I was five, because my Mom had contacted him the previous year to pay for a Saturday college art class I qualified for while in high school.

My mother’s current husband and I were going to kill each other.

She called Dad again to say I was out of control, and maybe he could talk some sense into me; so he came to pick me up for a few days and that’s how we “met.”

His conclusion after those few days was that I wasn’t messed up, I was in a messed up house. He suggested I move in with him (about 90 minutes away.) This threw my mother for a loop, and when I couldn’t give her an answer on the spot as to whether I intended to go or not, she threw me out for even considering going.
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Well it sounds like your dad was right. The problem wasn't you.

I couldn't WAIT to get out of my house! My mom was so strict and I really wanted to be independent. I had been buying my own clothes and such since I was 13, and I had had a job since I was 15. I knew how to budget money, and I had scholarships to pay for tuition and fees at college, so I was raring to get out of the house and be able to make my own decisions. When I was a senior in high school, my brother was a freshman in college, and I had gotten scholarships for the same college. My mom announced that she was moving to the college town so I could live with her. I told her I wasn't going to live with her, I was going to live in the dorms. She was FURIOUS with me and kept telling people I "wouldn't let her move". I told her I had no control over her....she could move there if she wanted to, I just wasn't going to live with her. (I thought it might be embarassing if I was in college and some friends asked me to hang out and I said I couldn't because I had to be home by dark or I'd get grounded) She said there was no point moving if I wouldn't live with her. When she "visited", she'd go through my things....she'd open my mail, she'd go through my drawers to find my checkbook and look to see how much money I had and what I was spending it on, she'd wait until I went to the bathroom and listen to my phone messages...she was horribly controlling. That all told me I had made the right decision not to live with her. I started hiding my checkbook and such and not picking up my mail until after she was gone. Nothing could be done about the phone messages, but I managed to keep her out of most everything else.
 
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Lilofan

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FutureCEO said:
my parents have central air. I almost fall asleep. I have no energy after I walk in their house and they have AC on.

I keep my car at 75 degrees in the summer. Any lower and I start get drowsy.
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Some don't change their cabin air filter usually located behind the glove box on a regular basis. If it is dirty, one breathes cool dirty air and the AC works harder because of it.
 
Figgy1

Figgy1

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Songbird76 said:
Well it sounds like your dad was right. The problem wasn't you.

I couldn't WAIT to get out of my house! My mom was so strict and I really wanted to be independent. I had been buying my own clothes and such since I was 13, and I had had a job since I was 15. I knew how to budget money, and I had scholarships to pay for tuition and fees at college, so I was raring to get out of the house and be able to make my own decisions. When I was a senior in high school, my brother was a freshman in college, and I had gotten scholarships for the same college. My mom announced that she was moving to the college town so I could live with her. I told her I wasn't going to live with her, I was going to live in the dorms. She was FURIOUS with me and kept telling people I "wouldn't let her move". I told her I had no control over her....she could move there if she wanted to, I just wasn't going to live with her. (I thought it might be embarassing if I was in college and some friends asked me to hang out and I said I couldn't because I had to be home by dark or I'd get grounded) She said there was no point moving if I wouldn't live with her. When she "visited", she'd go through my things....she'd open my mail, she'd go through my drawers to find my checkbook and look to see how much money I had and what I was spending it on, she'd wait until I went to the bathroom and listen to my phone messages...she was horribly controlling. That all told me I had made the right decision not to live with her. I started hiding my checkbook and such and not picking up my mail until after she was gone. Nothing could be done about the phone messages, but I managed to keep her out of most everything else.
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I don't blame you for moving away you really had no choice
 
Tony the Tigger

Tony the Tigger

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Goofyernmost said:
Sad and unique, I think. But, really was it a bad thing (other then mother being upset), was it better out of the house or worse. You seem, based on your posts to be stable, focused and responsible. More than can be said for those "adults" that spend their time in their mothers basement.
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I am of the mindset that ultimately everything happens for a reason. My path has been and will be my path.

However she (and her husband) were not doing that to help nudge me in any way. I turned that very negative situation into a positive - per usual. I have always credited my late Grandmother and God (and to a lesser degree, teachers) for my grounding and stability. If I had turned out to be a drug addict, it would have been understandable, given the years of abuse and absolute craziness.

It definitely blew up my chances of going to college at that time, but honestly, I didn't want to go yet. It also blew up the family. Forgiveness or not, I will never forget her throwing the ceramic dog planter at my head as I was trying to grab what I absolutely needed to take with me, and as I was reminded to "take only what you paid for, in garbage bags, because that's what you are." Seventeen years old. Really?

I slept in my car for a couple of weeks, resigned from my two jobs because I had nowhere to iron my shirts, ended up staying with my step-Grandmother for a couple of weeks, got my first full-time job and apartment.

Songbird76 said:
I couldn't WAIT to get out of my house! My mom was so strict and I really wanted to be independent. I had been buying my own clothes and such since I was 13, and I had had a job since I was 15.
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I had dreamed and plotted to get out of that house for many years. And I was "this close." LOL. The moment I turned 10, I got two paper routes so never had to ask for anything, because it would ultimately get thrown up to my face eventually. (if I had to hear one more time how this guy "didn't have to feed me and put a roof over my head because he's not your real father...") I worked illegally at a bakery across town when I was about 14, and then at an office when I was 15. (Still with one of the paper routes.) By 16, I worked at a retail store and a bank. When I resigned from the bank at 17, I was the Assistant Vice President's assistant. Within a few months, I was back at the retail store as a key carrying manager.

All of those experiences got me to this moment. This moment is good. (That doesn't mean I'm going to thank my mother for emotionally unstable parenting.)
 
donaldtoo

donaldtoo

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Lilofan said:
When you all go back to WDW, perhaps you can try the Beach Club's , Kitchen Sink. It is a monster ice cream dessert inside a kitchen sink brought to your table.
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Have heard about/seen pics of it for decades, but, we’ve never been to Beaches & Cream to try it. No plans to go there in November. Someday, maybe.
 
donaldtoo

donaldtoo

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MySmallWorldof4 said:
Is she at 36 weeks now? I was two cm dilated about a month before my youngest also and 4cm 2 weeks before her due date. I went into the hospital 3 times before she was born because of “false labor”. As long as her contractions are not regular it is just false labor. Even at 4cm they wouldn’t keep me in the hospital. They needed contractions to be completely regular like consistently 3 min apart. Then 2 min apart. They no longer like to induce as much as they used to. Probably a liability thing. Just tell Megan not to exert herself too much and to keep hydrated. Dehydration can cause early labor.
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Thanks so much...!!! :)
As you know by now, all has resolved...for now...!!! ;)
 
MinnieM123

MinnieM123

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Tony the Tigger said:
I am of the mindset that ultimately everything happens for a reason. My path has been and will be my path.

However she (and her husband) were not doing that to help nudge me in any way. I turned that very negative situation into a positive - per usual. I have always credited my late Grandmother and God (and to a lesser degree, teachers) for my grounding and stability. If I had turned out to be a drug addict, it would have been understandable, given the years of abuse and absolute craziness.

It definitely blew up my chances of going to college at that time, but honestly, I didn't want to go yet. It also blew up the family. Forgiveness or not, I will never forget her throwing the ceramic dog planter at my head as I was trying to grab what I absolutely needed to take with me, and as I was reminded to "take only what you paid for, in garbage bags, because that's what you are." Seventeen years old. Really?

I slept in my car for a couple of weeks, resigned from my two jobs because I had nowhere to iron my shirts, ended up staying with my step-Grandmother for a couple of weeks, got my first full-time job and apartment.



I had dreamed and plotted to get out of that house for many years. And I was "this close." LOL. The moment I turned 10, I got two paper routes so never had to ask for anything, because it would ultimately get thrown up to my face eventually. (if I had to hear one more time how this guy "didn't have to feed me and put a roof over my head because he's not your real father...") I worked illegally at a bakery across town when I was about 14, and then at an office when I was 15. (Still with one of the paper routes.) By 16, I worked at a retail store and a bank. When I resigned from the bank at 17, I was the Assistant Vice President's assistant. Within a few months, I was back at the retail store as a key carrying manager.

All of those experiences got me to this moment. This moment is good. (That doesn't mean I'm going to thank my mother for emotionally unstable parenting.)
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You have some of the strongest survival skills. Really happy for all your personal and professional success through the years. And very happy you found this forum, as you've also shared your happiness and encouragement with us all. (Oh, not to mention -- Kylie chose you to be her human, and I have 100% faith in a dog's judgement! 🐶 :joyfull: )

Best wishes to Brian -- hoping his new medical career path continues moving forward, in a positive manner. :)
 

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