We Live By “Our” Choices…

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My morning started before 3AM and I was wide awake and not because I want to be…

Working on our WILL’s the other day and we reached out to make sure we had names and birthdays correct for the WILL and we get a surprise text…

We have another great grand child and the child was born while we were living in Okanogan in 23… and we knew nothing about it, because the mother of the the child giving birth, is Homer’s kid and she texted me last year to fuck off and die and she is a whole 46 years old…

So not a kid, but an adult that made choices that will come back and bite her and her brat in the ass…

The choices people make after they leave home and say they are adults, well, those choices are no one else’s responsibility, but the adult or wanna be adult who makes them and the consequences of said choices… Well, again, they are responsible for them…

When my daughter in law let me know about the new great gran kid, her first question was, why was Homer’s daughter so cruel and I couldn’t spell the word, so I sent a voice text and said simply…

NARCISSIST….

Homer’s mother was one, his sister is one and his daughter is one and when you decide that what you think and only what you think is life, well, you might be a christian…

Does it hurt to know we have another great gran kid???

Not for me, but it did have a negative impact on Homer, even though he won’t show it, it hurts him…

Why??? Because Homer is one of the most mellow people on earth, with not a mean bone in his body… His daughter’s choice is nothing more than mental illness on steroids…

But it woke me up at 2 am and I am still awake at 4 AM… so…. Yea, it bothered me enough to know, what will come in the future, I won’t have a say over, because of the choices these women made…

Like with the demise of my own mother… A true narcissist, her end of life was anything but what it should have been and the hundred of thousands she had during those last 10 years of life were exploited by those that say they are children of a god…

So our little great gran kid is a girl, born in 23 to a indian family of the Okanogan tribes… She could have been born a nazi and it wouldn’t matter… We were not allowed a part in their lives and that will be till the end of our lives…

They made choices and I intend to let them live those choices…

We never cut anyone off and didn’t change our phone numbers for over 15 years because of our kids and grandkids and they have now let us know…

Our efforts were a waste of time, just like bowing to a god or praying a prayer…

Choices are what we all live with and the consequences that come with them…

Well, my coffee is hot and ready and my day, started 2 hours ago, all because someone thought being cruel to a man with dementia made them bigger people…

Yea, I told Homer, if he die’s before me… Those WILLS will be useless… and he knows I mean it…

Enough with the melancholy, have a wonderful day and know, each day isn’t a gift…

It’s a choice, you woke up to enjoy…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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