Chaos on the homefront
April could no longer stand the abuse so once she turned 18 and graduated she left. One of her high school teacher's children took her in. Now this was not much better than what she left. Apparently the girl's husband was an abusive marine. So she calls my mom repeatedly upset and crying. Mom talks to me, the person who will take in any stray just because I can't stand to see anything hurt, and of course, I say she can come live with us. With rules of course.
Now we are not exactly well off, in fact you could say we are downright poor. Adding another person to our household has been a tremendous strain financially as well as emotionally. April's disabilities are so severe that she cannot work a normal job. So we head to the social security office to see about getting a disability check for her. Well, let me just say they think nothing of telling you it will be 6 months before you hear anything about their decision. In the meantime what the hell are we supposed to do? We can barely afford to support ourselves let alone another person who needs food and other things.
Everyone has a "not so good" side of their family and because of this we do not know April all that well. I wish I could tell her parents what I think of them. I had to take her to get a new bathing suit because I was not about to let her wear a string bikini to my son's pool party this weekend. She was never taught how a lady is supposed to act and present herself. I had to also help her shop for a decent bra, I have no idea how old the one she was wearing was, but it was worn out. There are so many things she needs and so much to teach her about being a lady. I had to tell her no more black eyeliner during the day.
I just take for granted that people teach their daughters how to dress and conduct themselves in a proper manner. Any parent that does not do this ought to have their ass kicked. A child is something special. No matter how much I complain about my kids I can take comfort knowing they are respectful and worthy of others respect. Even as a toddler, my babykins knows more about manners but I guess the parent's efforts are revealed in the child. Wish me a little luck, patience, and money as I am sure going to need it!