Good day Bloggets. Well I can say at last our Son has
finished college and thank goodness for that. End of stress for me? Naha, never
mind, for now, but he is predicted two A’s, and one B.
We have to get it in
writing but today we were told he will receive those marks for sure.
So two distinctions and one merit. I’m so happy for him I
could jump up and down but earthquakes are not common in the UK so don’t want
to start one off.
Hub and I have had so much concern over our boys education
as he is as bright as a button but suffers from lazy itus. He could have
received easy three A’s.
But last minute Charley held out till the very last moment.
So for his future now? I don’t know neither does he but to be honest, at
eighteen, he doesn’t have to know as long as he has some money to live off.
He is driving so far today. I am waiting to hear when he
will arrive. He is spending time with a few people over the next few days and
one person we call Quinton Farquah as he is well, I should say, thought he was,
a posh lad from the evil ones camp, but found out today, he’s just very rich
not posh. Hahahahah. Posh I don’t mind, evil, twisted snobbery lacking in care
and ability to show compassion for others and a lack in brain cells I truly
mind. When Mummy’s bloke number five is paying for private teaching that only
has the ability to count the fortunes that are being bribed to them in a manner
of the modern world we live in. No money can teach acuity, to understand common
sense and teaching of a kind heart seems to be a no no. Don’t get me wrong, for
some people a private education is brilliant, but for it to work, I believe
that you have to have a solid family life and the person I am thinking about
has the most dysfunctional family I have ever known.
Let’s hope Quinton comes from a good background. Not a
greedy mercenary one like a certain person I know of.
So for the next couple of hours, I will be on tender hooks
waiting to hear from my much loved Son. What I can’t believe is, how someone
like his Father never really worries or stresses cares about him? His Dad, my
now Husband, really does care more so than my ex ever had, but I guess he will
never change. He has only ever cared for himself. I wonder how anyone can do that.
I have never been able to do so. I mean, I even still, wonder how my ex is
doing. How he is eating, if at all well? If he remembers to lock doors, as that
was always his failure. But I guess he has survived over six years, so he will
be OK.
Mind you after saying all of that, his Father has given my
Son a little of the money he stole from us last year. Only another six and a
half thousand to go. And that is before talking about the 23 years I was
married to him and he stole the money I should have been given too. It was only
when I met my Hub, I realised that I had been receiving only half what I should
have. He even took advantage of the offer blind people get on TV licences in
the UK. He claimed that. Such a low thing to do. He took his or my money out of
his bank and hid it in his loft so I wouldn’t be able to get my solicitor to
reclaim it. You know he doesn’t know how lucky he is, I mean, my Solicitor
could have took him to the cleaners. She wanted to so badly and was rather
nasty to me because I didn’t want to do that and that was after he took all of
our tools, from my garage, also leaving his eleven year old son without a
television. He got half of the furniture and walked away from a debt of one
hundred and five thousand pounds, and, left us in debt of a huge £600 for our
utility bills. I had been paying him for our heating and electric, but did he
pay the company? No. We were days from being cut off. I will never forgive him
for that. I guess he has suffered by losing me, not wanting to sound precocious
but I did everything for him. I even genuinely cared for him. Looked out for
him too and that is something his family never did. He could burn and they
wouldn’t put hin out.
Very sad really, but time moves on and I now have the love I
should have had when I was a seventeen year old bride. My Son has a stable home
and great friends. He looks up to my Husband and though my Son won’t admit it,
my Husband has been an inspiration to him. Teen knows anything is possible now.
It’s funny you know bringing him up in life. From a baby I
was on my own with him as my ex as I have said before is a dam good hard
worker. And brilliant at his job. The best I know of in his field. But he
played a lot too and had no time really for his family as in me and our child.
So it was me and my baby. I went blind overnight and I was terrified so had to
face life in a new world. A world I was warned about but would not believe
would ever happen. I was very lonely in life before my Son came along. I had no
friends as my friends were at boarding school and I left them behind sadly,
though we were from all over the country.
They progressed onto doing other things in life. I was a
full time stay at home Mum and housewife.
My ex didn’t see just how alone I was and how I needed
intelligent conversation. When my parents died so close to each other, and so
close after going blind, breathing became almost impossible. I had received two
lots of devastating news in my life too and had no one to talk about it
with.
But then I for my child had to brush myself down and take on
the big bad world for us both. It was then when I decided to go out to college.
I say out, as before my child was three, I had never stepped out as a blind
person in the world.
I studied hard and began to learn about life in the
darkness.
I met an earth angel, by the name of David. He was a heart
breaker. The ladies at the school gates fell in love with him and I must say, I
didn’t blame them.
He taught me so much in life and what was the most important
thing, he believed in me. It was almost like tiny steps just keeping me going.
Tiny tiny baby steps. Just enough to get me to the next
stage in my life and that was when I was at Absolut rock bottom I had the worst
lead up to Christmas with my ex. My Son was almost eleven and was old enough
now to see the real Father. A person I tried to protect him from.
Now it would affect my child, I had to move on, but how? I
picked up the phone and dialled as many organisations as possible. I told my ex
that we were through. He seemed happy about that, but then the most amazing
thing happened. I was reunited with my first love from school so many years
ago. And how we met? Why? I truly believe it was a miracle!
So those tiny steps that David taught me on a professional
level, lead me to be able to climb a tower. I’m not at the top yet, but high
enough to look over and appreciate the strength that I was given by I’m sure, a
higher force.
We can move on in some ways, sadly not forget, but now my
Son and I say my Son, as I believe he is mine, and mine only. He has a
relationship with his Father and that is fine, I don’t worry now I used to when
he was younger. But now I know that my Son could stick up for himself and if my
ex’s true colours ever showed, my Son is taller and stronger than his Father,
so I’m sure all will be fine.
My Son was quite excited about his journey today, so I hope
it will be happy for him and the person he is going to be with. As for when he
is out with Quinton? Well, it’s different to his normal friends and I say
normal in the nicest way. As they are all great friends to my Son and very
loyal. As is he to them.
It’s another glorious day today doesn’t seem as hot
thankfully as the heat makes me rather fractious. Hhaha. Here I sit with a woolly
carpet on my feet, not pleasant in the hot day we are having. It is a beasty
girl with four legs. She’s boiling too. A yet feels the need to be so close to
me.
A lovely lady is taking my Wagga for a holiday soon whilst
we spend time with our children. I hope that lady is ready for lots of love and
attention? As my Waggs gives it in bundles. Oh I was really happy to hear that
the lady, Hermione, is talking about taking Waggs for nice walks. She will love
that even talking about the beach. I so wish we could do that. To see my Waggs
happy running free opposed to working on a harness all of the time would be a
dream for me.
OK will go for now, I hope that Hub and I may go out tonight
for a meal, but somehow not sure that will be possible. If not, I don’t know
what to cook. He is in earlier tonight, so perhaps I will get him to cook? He
is much better than me, but, having said that, I bet I still will do it, as he
will be lazy and I don’t blame him after working all day. He will satisfy
himself with a sandwich. Not good enough when been at work all day. See, I just
can’t help myself but care. Gosh, what is it like to be able to say I don’t
mind what you eat? As for what I would eat? I eat too much bread as it is.
OK, there is a dog run with my name on it. Lovely. The joys
of having beasty girls.
Later gators. X
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