Boy wouldn't that be something to see? But then think of the Moronic splatter left for us to clean up...just like a Moron - leaving us with a mess to clean up afterwards.
At the same time, Morons don't just erupt from nowhere. They usually come with a whole line of Moronic extended family. At least mine did.
The Moron was more or less from the small spit and miss town we lived in, having grown up there. Where his sister and his parents lived. She was a couple of years older that the Moron, and was a single mom to a wonderful little boy. He was such a nice kid.
The sister had always told me such horrific stories of the father of her child - one including him shooting a shotgun after her while she was running down the street. I was always in awe of her view towards her Moron, and how she appeared to have such a pleasant view of him and insisted he truly was such a "nice guy".
I know now, she was in complete denial. And that was how she handled her abuse. I used to think she was such a better person than I, forgiving him and such, for the horrendous things he put her through, then trusting him with their child. I know now, it was denial and fear, that made her think and do these things. And even after all that has transpired between us, I really just feel sorry for her. And saddened that she still, after all these years, is unable to see the truth before her eyes. (More about her later)
There was also a younger sister, who pretty much had disassociated from the family, moved to the BIG city, and started her own life there. It saddens me to think that even she stooped to their level during the divorce - but, I guess blood is thicker than water.
But the piece de resistance is the mother, The Queen Biotch. It truly amazes me the gall and lack of class that some people have. The apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree - in this case.
I used to actually feel sorry for her, and gave her such latitude, in the beginning. After hearing the horror stories of how her first husband (the Moron's father) had treated her. And all that he did to her and their children.
Now I just am saddened and angry. Sad that she allowed such horrible things happen to her children, and that she had endured such fear. Angry because she did not utilize the opportunity to develop understanding, healing and growth to overcome her ordeal. Instead she just perpetuated it.
Angry that not only did she allow her children to be hurt in so many ways (including her daughters to be raped and molested by her brother) but also allow them to hurt innocents, and eventually put my daughter at risk.
Lastly there is the Moron's step father. Ironically I liked him the least in the beginning, and the most in the end. He is a simple, selfish, deluded, money hungry tool. But in the end, what he is to your face, he is to your back. He makes no excuses for who he is - other than show you up front who he is. In the end I gotta respect him for that. Amid a family of people who hide and manipulate under the covers of being the "nice guy", he ironically has earned my respect for being who he is.
What is your extended family like?
Surviving abuse and everything else life throws at me...
