It didn’t feel like a chore at the time…

Doing my chores, watching the dark skies roll in, with some much needed rain… you would think living on a island, rain would be all the time.. not here… an we need it… and chores got me to thinking of the analogy to my life… It didn’t feel like a chore at the time…

At the time we offered our 2nd brand new home to daughter in law an gran kids, an moved into our motor home, it didn’t feel like a chore at the time… an things happened..

Hubby got sick an our world changed for us, not for anyone else, but for us, it would turn our world upside down…

Our properties trashed an I having no funds to repair, filed bankruptcy and lost all my retirement income… we would own those out right… right now… but I had a hubby to take care of… I couldn’t be responsible for the people in our homes, I had to own the debt they left me…

It took time, but we built our lives back up and never got as much as a kiss my ass or thank you, for what it cost us… yet we tried so hard to keep the light alive, but their drugs were more important an we knew change was coming… but at the time…

It didn’t feel like a chore to give up my home an live in a 30 foot motor home… an lose it all in one fell swoop….

We built our lives back an we tried and spent money we didn’t have to keep the contact, an we saw a change a coming… but the chore of trying seemed worth it at the time… at the time, it didn’t feel like a chore…

Not so much anymore…

I had planned to put this in a different context… more along the lines…

We had children… we owned the responsibility of having those children and at the time, it didn’t feel like a chore, raising those children… until… those children abused us… and any warm fuzzy feeling that made the past charming and quaint… became a chore to remember… because of the gift they gave us… an a lasting impression, they will do it again…

yep, I shook my head in agreement with that statement…

I like how Demi Lavato is approaching her issues… and really that is what this is all about…

I remember… an because I remember… I can’t forget, because you made it into a chore… an not a gift like we gave you, of life….

Yep, that works… we gave you life an you will abuse it as you please an one day, it will own you…

Every mom…..

Adorable Spite….

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