The visions this morning seemed friendly enough after the first one, which I suspect was an adjustment to the possible timeline for contact with Dad, given yesterday’s joyous event in dreamland. This time though it was interesting because I was kicking the crap out of a teenage kid that reminded me of my nephew in a men’s room.
Perhaps I was seeing the teenaged version of Dad? “I don’t remember him ever having a full head of hair.”
The kid had glasses on though that reminded me of Dad’s glasses. So, perhaps the vision is simply demonstrating the fact to me that I already kind of figured out. “The man never really grew up.”
You can think that you deserve a gold star for sticking it out with the family you started to the bitter end. But in the scheme of things, your quality as a parent is never contingent on how much money you’ve made, especially when it becomes apparent in black and white that you have no ethics when it comes to making a buck.
I have no doubt in real time that Dad is simply looking to weasel out of paying Mom’s medical expenses as much as possible, screwing John’s Hopkin’s, the State of Delaware, and the Federal Government as much as possible. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care what damage has been done to me due to his processes, either, “And I will have no part of it!”
The man can choke and die for all I care at this point. If he’s smart, he’ll stay away from me going forward. “I don’t take kindly to anyone using me and my services for their own selfish gain at any cost!”
Maybe Sean Erickson thinks Dad’s cool. But, at this point, That’s Sean’s problem. Mr. Erickson can’t be all that smart if he hasn’t figured out Dad yet. But then again, maybe Sean wasn’t really anything I was told he was, either. “Maybe they are both scammers?”
I don’t care who any of them claim to be at this point. So long as Daddio stays out of my life going forward, “I’m golden.”
You can’t pick your parents. I’m sorry I’ve spent a better part of my life trying to work with mine. Looking back, “Walking away from both of them would have been a much better way to go.”
No. I won’t say my life has been wasted. But the energy I’ve put into immediate family over the year’s most certainly has been. That’s pretty clear to me based on what I’m seeing now.
The part that cracks me up is, Dad wouldn’t hesitate to kick our asses if my brother and I had misrepresented ourselves to anyone under his roof. And yet, Dad has no problem committing fraud and using one of his own kids’ services to do it. He really is just a sixteen-year-old in a seventy-six-year-old body, “Isn’t he?”