Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Do Morons Make Good Fathers?

Some might argue that how Morons treat their spouses, is not equivocal to how they treat their children.  I for one will disagree.

Some might say that just because they do not treat their spouses with respect, and abuse them - doesn't mean they are bad parents.

I guess it depends on your definition of a good parent. I personally believe that parents owe their children the best possible upbringing.  One that provides them with both emotional and financial security.  Now, I am not talking about providing your children with ipods and tv's and everything money can buy.  What I am saying is that providing them with shelter, good food, clean clothes and good work ethic are important.  Whether you do so with a 6 figure income, or a minimum wage job, is irrelevant.  Paired with the emotional security to provide them with a safe place they can call home.  Safe for them to be themselves, free from physical and emotional harm.

If you don't believe that the effect of spousal abuse has an impact on your children, then maybe you should ask yourself how children learn, and where they gather their information to which they will model themselves after.

Actions truly do speak louder than words.  Children learn from both - but they are little sponges and absorb everything - good and bad.

Morons may want to be good parents, but wanting and doing are often two different things.  Is there a point where you simply lose parental rights?  What if we were talking about criminals, murderers?

I have read some pretty horrible custody trials, and personally have disagreed with many judicial decisions that have been made over the years.

Its a tough call. What are your thoughts on the issue?  Join the debate...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Most Recent Poll Results


Wow (not that I am really all that shocked) nobody would let a Moron date their daughters. Out of all who voted, 44.4% chose hell to the die NO
33.3% chose over my dead body
22% chose I have a crazy Uncle Joe he can meet first.

Way to be pro-active :)

Don't forget to vote on the next Poll - When faced with physical fear I...

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Neighbours, Friends and Families

I am going to introduce a very cool community-based campaign that has been sweeping across Ontario, Canada.  It is known as the NFF Campaign (Neighbours, Friends & Families).

Neighbours, Friends and Families is a public education campaign to raise awareness of the signs of woman abuse so that those close to an at-risk woman or an abusive man can help.

This is an amazing organization which is targeted at, yup, you guessed it, neighbours friends and families of both the victims as well as the abusers.  Often they are the ones who see the first signs of abuse, but have no idea what they can do to help.  Education is key.  It provides tons of information on how to help the victim as well as how to talk to the Moron.  It is full of information and links, and definitely worth the trip over. 

Give it a try, hop on over and spread the word... Abuse is simply NOT RIGHT.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Poll Question


Well, another poll down, and sadly, no one believes that Morons can change their moronic ways.
You know what, I would love to hear that at least one abuser has changed their life for the better. Perhaps it would give me some kind of hope, for a world packed full of Morons.

And don't forget to answer the latest Poll...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Fear - Can we Live with it?

I have been thinking alot about the decisions I make.  About the feelings that go into the decisions I make.  About the feelings that go on, when I make a decision.  There is one feeling that is always there.


Even when I think that it's not, its hanging out in the background, lying like a tiger, waiting to pounce.  I don't think that I have always been this way, and I have come along way, baby.  But it is still there.  Until recently, I didn't realize just how much fear was really in me.

You know what?  I am tired of living in fear.  Tired of worrying about what may happen.  Tired of not doing the right thing.  Tired of worrying about the Moron.  Tired.

Fear can be paralyzing.  Fear can be crippling.  And fear can keep your senses sharp.

Tell you what.  I have come such a long way, might as well go the distance.  I may not never fully forget what it feels like to be in the clutches of a Moron - but I sure as hell control that I am gonna do everything in my power to never be there again.

Every now and again I get relapses of that fear.  Especially when there are dangerous Morons out there just lurking.  But I am tired of being a Victim.

I can recall that about a year after I left the Moron, a friend's husband said these words to me:
"I have noticed that you walk taller, hold your head up, and look me in the eye when I talk to you now".
How blown away was I when I heard that.  He described me as mouse-like, and I have never forgotten it.  I don't ever want to be that way again.

I cannot control what life throws at me, but I sure as hell can control how I react to it.  And eventhough I may still have fear based reactions - they will NOT stop me from what I need to do.

How do you live with your fears?

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Morons Don't just Spontaneously Combust

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?

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I got an STD

So despite the fact that would mean I would be getting some action somewhere - which sadly has gotten very little - I am not talking about that sort of STD.  Laura from Through my Insanity and.. what else is there? bestowed this baby in me:

With this STD, there are rules. As with any STD carrier I feel the need to share and to pass on some STD's.  Here are the rules for this particular one:

1. Make up ONE totally ridiculous story about yourself that is a complete rip-off from a movie. It can be as long or short as you want; clean or crass as you want.
2. Pass it on to whomever you feel is deserving of this STD – or accept it and keep it for yourself; it’s your blog – it’s your choice.
3. If you choose to accept this STD, please link your acceptance post back to Adventuresin Estrogen and to the person who gave you your STD.
4.Use the acronym “STD” as much as possible within your post (send SEO’s into a tale spin)

SO, here is my STD limerick....

I once had a friend who had crabs
and scratched all day long in his 'gnads
He slept around alot
and didn't know where he got
those itchy little cads.

I pass along this lovely award to Sherry at  Messy Mind.

Have a great STD & Moronfree day :)
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