Be careful. Be very careful. You can all to easily fall foul of the contagious tentacles of raw contention. I cannot believe how easily we fell into this carcinogenic state of mind. For me it started by criticising something that was as close as anyone could get to the ultimate and most sacred aspect of my entire life. My ability to raise my children ìn a safe and wholesome environment. As soon as my abilities were chalenged my guard went up and I was ready to do battle. That is not to say that my abilities are beyond reproach, no, but because of the lack in a specific method to raise children it is very difficult to accept the critique from someone who could be equally as bad as you at it. Especially if that person is part way through raising her own children i.e. lacking experience. Nothing they say can be taken seriously. But all of the logic is set aside when someone issues criticism over such an important roll. In our case our child rearing abilities was simply nothing to do with her. I had raised my children, the job was done. Done and dusted. She is very young, uneducated and naive so she was not even in a position to criticise me, but although I should have recognised that and passed off her gall in criticising me but it angered me beyond being rational. It plain and simply had nothing to do with her, never the less her interference made me angry causing me to enter into the arena of her contention and I contended with her. She used all the tricks in the ancient book of wind up. But I have had a stroke since then and lay in my hospital bed being cared for by some of the most caring and kind people I have ever met, whilst my son does not even acknowledge how ill i have been. Yes they get paid for what they do but no where near enough.. people who readily and willingly wipe my backside because the stroke has left me incapable. People who actually like me and the person I am. People who address me as a gentleman. People who say that Kay and I are a sweet old couple who are so much in love with each other. Nice people who are without guile. I cannot bring myself to compare the dreadful manner in which my children, their spouses and there friends and family treated us and the terrible things they told the world about us. There is a simplistic word that sums up these people “NASTY” no need to imperishable or enhance it just simply Nasty. Hannah replied to my recent blog in a clandestine psuedo fake account in a plainly nasty way knowing how ill I am in hospital. She has achieved much. A husband with higher education and capable of giving her a good life and what has she achieved at the same age. An illegitimate son. Well done Hannah at least there is one thing you are good at but it is not in contributing to a successful family. That is all down to Ellliott.
But that is one in 5 of rebellious children. I say rebellious but they never were. In all the time we raised them they have never been rebellious. No, one cannot ignore the fact that they all married people who simply did not like us or respect us. Plus, of course, their partners all came from broken homes. My children New that we would still be home together tomorrow, next week, next month and forever, they did not enjoy such luxery
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We Did Our Best 