time heals, may take a lifetime, but it do heal....
OB probably the best board I've seen. We sometimes say things we shouldn't, hear things we don't want to, but over all, I've never seen putdowns nor degrading remarks. Tips & helpfulness. If I ever say something I shouldn't I hope someone reaches out & slaps the Holy Chit out'a me!!!
oldmisterbill:My Dad died when I was 16 (your age)My Mom a few years later,I wish they were here to destroy anything they choose.
Yeah, our house burned when I was about 1 1/2 & my next sister barely born. We never really recovered. I remember when we moved the last of the hay out'a that old fallin down house that we moved into...no lites, water, etc, etc. I remember the night 6 mo later the rod went thru the block on my dad's 1ton Ford truck "family" vehicle....no wheels after that till after I started 1st grade.
Remember the nights & days in that same house that time mom walked the floor trying to keep my youngest sister (4 kids by then) alive from pneumonia....ice storm, no wheels, no help.
The night my other sis got sick & next 2-3 days while dad trying to find wheels to get her to Doctor....she spent 6-8mo in Polio ward at Lawyton,Ok....was Very lucky though!
The night when I was 9 & mom woke me up, talked real calm & brave & braved me up to walk 2 1/2mi in about 0deg for help for dad...wheels down again! Then 6mo later we borrowed wheels to go to his funeral after he didn't make it thru brain surgery....I was 10 by then.
Remember when mom lost her teaching job because of health...I was 19. Then we buried her when I was 26.
I remember all the hate I had at my parents thru those years.....but guess what....wish with everything I can that they were here!!!! Took years to realize they did the best they could with what tools they had!!!!
Justin, I
never want to minimize your hurtin over this, nor your pride in your truck. Rightfully so, that you are proud of your truck & possessions.
Another way I look at some things....and I don't know you nor your life style, but it's
VERY good that you're interested in your truck, work on it, take pride in it, devote your energy's toward it, etc, etc. at your age.
Alternatives could include devoting energy toward "trying to decide which lawyer to use this time to get out'a the pokie", "where can I get my next fix", "who can I do a drive-by on this time tonight", "how can I keep my parents from finding out bout this last little screw-up",...,....,....
Sometimes we tell our own little stories & experiences...add a little humor, add little......well, life has to be a laugh at some point!! Otherwise....
Venting is very good....keeps it from bottling up as you know. OB is a pretty good place to do it....kinda like a Group setting without a leader....can get other perspectives. Some folks pay big bucks to go to groups....
As a parent, so far, and I say "so far," there is no worse scary feeling than to get a call on a 7PM Monday nite, some guy 'ya barely know asking if you're "***'s" dad. Instantly the dry mouth says "yes"....then he asks if I have heard about my son.... & then 'ya spend the next 2+ minutes screaming into the phone over & over to
"just tell me, just F%@&ing tell me! No matter how bad, just tell me! Belly up & say it!!!" All the while this
idiot on the other end, the idiot that you suddenly hate with every bit of hate you've ever had, keeps asking "you sure you haven't heard? Oh my God, I don't want to be the one to tell you! You sure you haven't heard??"
**** nearly runs down your leg! Wife starts changing colors, pukes, passes out, lays there twitching in her own puke!! Ya keep screaming at that other guy, calling him every nasty name & word ya ever heard....
He's the dad of the lucky kid your son has been running round with....
Finally he tells ya "your son is in the pokie since Friday night on drug charges"
Relief!!!! Beyond belief!
He got thru all that...finished education, got married, good job...& now WE GOT EJ....most prescious granddaughter ever made!!!!! I steal EJ from Mandy when they visit & we go for rides in my truck. EJ likes my truck...
Hell, I shouldn't have written all this crapppp! Got myself all worked up now! Probably wet the bed tonight....dream bout red-eyed buggers!!!!
Think I'll go run my dozer for few hours...that thing slamming me round'll take this pent-up crapppp out'a me!! I hope!
Actually, maybe Mel or somebody'll just send my crapp to the trashcan....
But you CAN **** after my turbo and Gear Vendor all you want.
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