Saturday, October 3, 2009
Posted by Jeanette Reed at 9:13 PM
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Life, sometimes it can really kick you in the arse. It seems as if no matter what I do I end up in the same situation. I swear, I am starting to believe my mom when she said that I was a bum magnet. I have been with the same man for almost 8 years now. You would think after that long things would get easier, that we would really know each other and life would be good.
Boy!! is that not true. Here I am again faced with some of the same trials and tribulations. He really isn't that bad of a guy. That is if you prefer your 42 year old males to believe that they are 17 and act like it as well.
Now, he does hold down a job, which is more than I can say for some. But, this job that he has, he has to beg and wait for his paycheck which just gets us farther and farther behind. Then when he does get it there is very little left when I get my hands on it to pay for the bills and such. I have no idea what he is doing with his paycheck, but it is extremely difficult to stretch 300 bucks over a 2 week period when you have all the utilities, groceries, phone, car payment, kids needs and all that other stuff a house hold needs. By the time I get his paycheck there is never enough to pay it all. I just thank God that our home is officially paid for.
What bothers me the most is that our relationship is nothing like what a boy/girl friend or husband/ wife relationship should be. He is hardly ever there and when he is he still isn't there. Know what I mean? He is always able to go and help this person or that person or one of his brothers with something, but he is never there to help us. Our home is falling down around our ears and our cars...oh boy... He no longer has a car and mine is the only one that runs, and its falling apart as well.
The fighting is non stop anymore. We have one child together and I have a son by a previous relationship as does he have 2 kids by a previous. My oldest son and I both suffer from ADHD and he seems to think it is just an excuse, that its not real and that my son is just being lazy and hard to get along with for the hell of it. He wont even stop and listen to me long enough for me to explain what living with the disorder is like and how rough it is on us. It is usually the main topic for our fighting.
In the past, fighting wasn't really that big of a deal. A bit of yelling and screaming, a few tears and some huffin and puffin..lol.. but three weeks ago it escalated. It has went beyond the above. I do agree that I should of been restrained ( after all, I was throwing some plastic cups, but not AT him), but he had no right to put me in a headlock and take me to the floor. I am still feeling the effects of his actions on this.
Then on the other hand, I have finally gotten reacquainted with my soul mate. We have known each other sense we were teenagers. We use to be a couple way back in the day. He is once again single and I am working on being single once again. My heart and soul longs to be with this man that knows me inside and out.
If I can ever manage to raise the funds to leave the man I am with my life and my children's lives would benefit to the max. Isn't funny how life can throw you such curve balls? I try to take one day at a time and each conflict in stride. But there comes a time in each persons life when you just have to take a step back and reevaluate what is going on.
For me, I have came to the conclusions that I no longer am in love with the man I am with. He brings me no joy or happiness. One of my children suffer from the problems with him, while the other gets to get away with whatever he wants.
This is not the life I want to lead nor the life my children and I deserve. So, now it is time to take that giant leap and make preparations to move out and move on. God be with us.
Posted by Jeanette Reed at 1:00 PM
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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Posted by Jeanette Reed at 4:18 AM
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
(This post is from my Best Friend/ adopted Sister Penny)
I am a single mom and have been for a number of years. My question is this? Why is it men want women to be skinny and sexy. Have kids that act like sweet and nice but don't want to help rise the ones they already brought into this world. Look down they're noses if a woman is making it work by herself in fact call her gay whether she is or not.
There is men in this world that say that they aren't getting any sex.
- Try to be nice to the women around you because we are watching to see how you act with your mom and sisters or past girlfriends. If you are a jerk why would we want you in our bed?
2. If you don't work and cant support yourself why would we want you in our homes and around our kids?
3. You (men) need support and we (women) need support.. Typically we don't get it.
4. Use your thing for something else besides pissin all over the toilet seat. DO NOT just stick it in and leave it there, learn how to move around and use it..
5. Take a bath once in awhile along with brushing your teeth.
6. Don't assume that we are stupid.. We are NOT!! We may just act that way to see how you respond.
7. We are not your mom, sister or maid.. don't expect us to act like it.
8. Don't lie to us... refer to rule number 6...
9. Use the head that is on your shoulders, sense you already have us in your bed, don't even start to think that you need another one some where else. Generally, you cant take care of us, what makes you think you can take care of another. If you are capable of taking care of more than one.. then focus more on the one at home.. we could use more....
10. Just because you.. fix her a bath, cook her a meal, give a massage or do anything else to help us out.. do not expect sex as a reward. It really makes us feel bad.
So, guys...think about this.. We are moody sensitive creatures that crave attention when we want it, not when you think we do or you do. We are like cats, don't forget it either. Use a little tact for a change. We know you can be sneaky and slick.. that's how you manage to get more than one woman in bed at a time. Try being sneaky and slick to surprise us without expecting anything in return. Eventually it will pay off. It will help keep us there and the less you expect sex... the more we will want it.
By Penny Rice who needs a little too.
Posted by Jeanette Reed at 1:31 PM
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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Posted by Jeanette Reed at 10:25 AM
Thursday, May 28, 2009
SUNDAY MORNING SEX
I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling.
Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparents' house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.
When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."
Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that two people nearly 100 years oldhaving sex would surely be asking for trouble.
"Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing ouradvanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the churchbells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slowand even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."
She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He'd still be alive ifthe ice cream truck hadn't come along."
Posted by Jeanette Reed at 12:49 PM