Last week my Facebook "friend" got stranded in an airport on a layover overnight on her way home from a short vacation. She posted all night long about how miserable it was sleeping in chairs and eating airport food.
The next day she posted a tirade about how she could not believe that out of her 1,000+ friends only 37 posted any kind of encouragement to her and she would just have to tidy up her friend list.
Then, of course, hundreds of people were virtually patting her on the back and, oh, the ((((((hugs)))))))!
Two days later we were no longer "friends".
Good riddance.
I felt badly for her. Really. I would be pretty upset if it were me, but after the fourteenth post, well, I get it. It sucks. It sucks being put out for a few hours, especially when you weren't expecting it. Especially when you could have continued enjoying your lovely vacation had you known. Sucks.
You know what really sucks?
Fourteen years of discomfort.
Fourteen years of other's judgement.
Fourteen years of staring eyes, whispering lips, eavesdropping ears.
Fourteen years of screaming, crying, griping, complaining, fighting, arguing.
Sucks.
You won't see me posting my woes on Facebook. I don't need any ((((((hugs)))))))). I have blocked a few fabulous mothers who have actually stated as much. I have even blocked happy families because I just couldn't stand looking at them anymore.
Jealous much? Yeah. probably.
What am I supposed to post?
"My son is making progress in his psychiatric facility!"
"My son actually turned in some school work today! Yeah!"
"It's been twenty minutes and no one's cried yet!
"The police were here! What fun for everyone!"
"We are such great parents! Everyone is getting along. Of course, our oldest hasn't been here for four weeks."
June was lovely. We went to the beach, hunkered down during a "tropical storm", played some games, saw a movie, ate donuts, and swam a lot.
Jacob wasn't here.
He came back yesterday.
July will be hell.
He hasn't been home a full 24 hours and he's broken his retainers in half (those are the third set, there will be no more, not a good choice putting braces on him. Waste. Of. Money.)
He's hidden the remote and the television is stuck on an inappropriate channel.
He's pissed on the floor, stopped up the sink with toilet paper, and ripped up some of the little kid's art projects.
He has continued to call his dad at work to tell him how unfair I am so guess who is now pissed AT ME. (Looking forward to the evening fight, he just stands there grinning as it goes on)
Today I have a headache, I have vomited, I did not sleep last night, and my husband and are at each other's throats.
None of that happened earlier in June.
Let me post on Facebook how beautiful our life is.
Go ahead Facebook "friend" delete me for not using my free time to point out how truly awful you have it. I hope you have a fabulous day spending hours at the gym and eating all those meals such a good cook like you can make. Enjoy your glass of wine while watching a wonderful movie tonight with your super-duper hubby like you do ever other day of your life. So sorry you were inconvenienced for a few hours. So sorry I could't find it in me to care.
