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?

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 :)

Morons are Everywhere

Been back and forth and all around the place with work these days.  Remember I said that my boss reminded me so much of my Moron?

Should have listened to my gut....

Good news I am one job down and hopefully will never have to deal with him again.  Unfortunately I also found out how fleeting some friendships are, especially work ones and those associated with the ole dollar.  I am always amazed how many people choose money over people, integrity, truth...

So one job down - but at least I have two other ones.  It was beginning to be quite tiring to work all of them.  But as a single mom, what can you do?

So I have some really exciting things planned.... so stay tuned...

This last little bit of re-shuffling has taught me I have to go with my gut more, and focus and the things that truly matter to me.


I have a few questions for my readers:

How do you single parents deal with the bread earning/parenting balance?

What has been your hardest hurdle after leaving your abusive relationship?

Do you feel you have a finer tuned Morondar (radar for abusers)?

Latest Poll

Here are the results of our latest Poll. From the 17 that voted, only 3 of you DIDN't have a child with a Moron....very sad.... but at least we aren't alone!!!

DID YOU HAVE A CHILD WITH A MORON?

Now I wonder what that says about us ?!?!?!

My FIrst REAL Mother's Day at Last...

Awoken by the tiny pitter patter of little feet, and a dive bomb into my bed, then a zillion Happy Mommy's day kisses; I am reminded of my very first Mother's Day, and how vastly different life is, now.

When my Lil Pixie was born, I was so excited to be a mother.  It was the most amazing thing I had ever done - and I think I have done a few amazing things in this life...

When the first Mother's Day rolled around, I woke up to an empty house.  No note, no clue where the Moron had gone, or my Lil Pixie. Thoughtfulness along with tact and well, a heart, were never things the Moron could ever be accused of by those who truly knew him.

The diaper bag was gone, along with a few bags of my frozen milk (I had enough milk to feed an army).  I knew why the Moron liked that I pumped my breast milk... at least he took some of it with him.  I could be thankful for at least that!!

Dinnertime rolled around, and still no sign of them.  Late that night they came back, her fast asleep.  My first mother's day missed - I am sure part of his plans to punish me something or other.  Many tears were shed that day.

My second Mother's day we were separated too.  The Moron managed to get his court ordered visitation on Mother's day - and once again I was alone on a day that meant so much to me.  Many more tears shed.

For many years, this was what I was left with.  My being alone on Mother's Day.  Even after our huge court battle, he had managed to get his court ordered visitation, flying her across the country, always for this special day.  The Moron's vengeance runs deep.

Never once receiving a Mother's Day present, never once hearing those tiny pitter-pattering feet or receiving those award-winning Mommy's day kisses.  Until today.

Today I have to work, and was feeling a little down.  Down at having to work one of my many jobs today.  As a single mom struggling to make ends meet (as I am sure many of you know) I am laboured with working two fulltime jobs, as well as one part time one.

I was having a small pitty party for myself, until I remembered how far I have come.  How far we have come.  Both literally and figuratively.  I have gained my freedom.  I have a life again.  In some sense, I have been reborn.  And although today is a day made up from Hallmark cards and the flower corporations, it does hold significance for me.

And thanks to an amazing kindergarten teacher, I even went on a treasure hunt for an amazing Mother's Day present.  In the end, life isn't so bad, and the few hours missed on this glorious day, for work, just helps to fund our freedom.

Hope all of you have a glorious and Moronfree Mother's Day - I know I will :)

The universe has a plan...

No matter how random things might appear to you, the universe always has a plan...

Do Morons Bear Morons?

This is a question that I have been pondering for some time now.  Being the mom of a little one, and her daddy is a Moron - does that give her greater chance of being one, or choosing one for herself?

Abuse is often the gift that keeps on giving.  You are what you know, and you act out what is familiar to you.

I had a counsellor once tell me that it took 5 generations to break the cycle of abuse. Five. Wow, my Lil Pixie doesn't have a chance...

I'd like to think that I have learned so much about abuse Morons and myself in the process, and am providing her with better tools to make better decisions than I did.  I'd like to think that I am emulating a life of a stronger, more confident, more aware woman.  One that will never be oppressed or be a victim, again.

Perhaps this is just the old nature versus nurture question, dressed up in different clothes...

One of my favourite sayings is; when we know better, we do better.

But must we learn from our own mistakes?  Can we learn from others, as well?

As a mother I can only hope that I will provide my child with a firm foundation so that she can make good, solid decisions for herself.  In the end, that is all any mother can hope for.

On the other side of the coin, is the Moron the result of bad parenting?  Is abuse a role that was played in his life that he emulated?  And at what point does he take on the responsibilities of his own actions - despite his upbringing?

These are just a few of the things that are rolling around in my head tonight, as I fight sleep - more, sleep fights me!

What are your thoughts on the subject?

DO Morons bear Morons?  I would totally love to hear what you feel on all or some of the above...