Blue pill hell mother's day preesent

[Anonymous 43]

Oh joy it’s Mother’s day.

Every year the Friday before Mother’s Day the kids and I would buy a bunch of petunias and plant them in a planter at the front of the house. The area was large, maybe 6X6 feet, and we would plant 25 or 30 large petunias in there. Kids would dig it up with their little garden trowels, and I would turn it over with a big daddy sized shovel, and mix in a couple bags of potting soil and some peat in there. This little patch of Earth was the richest most fertile soil on the planet. So the kids would plant 1 or 2 each, then go ride their bikes on the sidewalks or make a chalk picture, and I would plant the rest. Then Mommy would come home from work, and the kids would drag her out of the car…still talking to someone on the cell phone, shushing the kids away, mommy is in the phone. So dragging the c~~~ over to the chalk pictures…oh that’s nice and over to the flowers, oh, pretty, then turn to go in the house, still yapping on the phone. The kids would just stand there and watch her walk into the house.

We spent hours digging and planting and drawing on the driveway, and we got oh, pretty.

Every year. For 8 years. Oh, how nice. that was the best I ever got, sometimes and grunt or a mmmmmmm.

I used to look forward to doing this planter thing, because it made the front of the house look nice, and it was something I could do with the kids.

after a while the kids stopped planting and making pictures for mommy. I still planted the flowers every year for me, to make my house look nice, not for her because she pushed out my kids from her ovipositor. I did it as my own Happy Stay at Home Dad’s day.

IT is easy to remember the bad crappy things the c~~~ did to me over the years. It is easy to remember the nice gestures and things I did out of love for the c~~~. But for the life of me, I can not remember any nice things she did for me. No bringing me water when I was doing lawn work, no handing me tools when I was fixing something, no helping me wash the car, never helped wash the dishes or help make the bed. Definitely never tending to me when I was sick or injured. Rarely a thank you for shoveling the snow off the driveway at 4am so she could go to work, no thank you for bringing her gasoline when she ran the van dry after 30 miles of the low fuel light flashing at her and passing a gas station 1 mile from our house. Never a thank you for all the bbq and other party bulls~~~ I took care of.

What ever I did was just expected,, no special thanks given.

Why can’t I remember any good things, or basic courtesy thanking someone when they do something for you? Is basic courtesy something that disappears after marriage? What was your experience if you were married or in a relations~~~ with a woman for a long time…were you ever thanked for anything? Or is my c~~~ a special kind of graceless c~~~?

[AwakenedParticipant 35200]

Anonymous wrote:

But for the life of me, I can not remember any nice things she did for me.

Anonymous wrote:

What ever I did was just expected,,

AWALT

The MORE You Do, The More THEY EXPECT !!

I TOO, Have Lived and Learned the Hard Way !!

Now, I Do for Me and MY KIDS FIRST, and there’s NOT ANY Seconds !!

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[PistolPeteParticipant 27143]

We’re drinking a beer to you man—you are here with us in spirit.

[joetechParticipant]

My fondest memories of married life with my first wife?…leaving for Hawaii for nine months on the USS Point Defiance, and not seeing her till I got back. The telegram I got informing me of the birth of my daughter.

"Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."

[53ClicksUpParticipant 1345]

I don’t do Mother’s Day….period. I’m not standing in a restaurant brunch line for 45 minutes, surrounded by blue pill manginas who are all trying in vain to make either their senile mothers or crazy bitch wives happy. I will no longer be a slave to any Hallmark Holidays and do what other people and society expect of me.

Instead, I got up at O’dark thirty this morning. S~~~ showered, shaved and drove to the airport. Pre-flighted my airplane, dragged it out of the hangar, fired the engine up, clicked the mike 5 times to turn on the runway lights and roared up into the night sky. Climbed to 5,000 feet, leveled off, turned to a southeasterly heading and trimmed the airplane up.

The air was as smooth as a baby’s ass. I slid my seat back, loosened my safety harness, turned the c~~~pit lighting off and folded my arms across my chest. I then simply waited for the sun come up over the fog shrouded mountains and valleys below me.

Not a single thought entered my head. I simply existed in the moment and all my everyday troubles sublimated away just like a light coating of frost from my wings. Tis a far better way to spend a Sunday morning in my book.

[Dr. HammerParticipant 70]

My number one son sent this image to me today. I love that boy, lol. Glad we don’t have to do anything for mother’s day here.

"Once you start focusing on moving towards something positive instead of away from something negative, you can truly begin to live."

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