Sounds like your ready to kick the bucketI've been kidnapped, blown up and shot at. I've raised 3 sons, watched one die and turned one out on the streets. I've served in two branches of the military, washed dishes and dug ditches for food, and worked in IT for 20 years. I've been unemployable and I've earned over $100k. I never expected to live this long, and I'll be surprised if I make it to 75. Ask me almost anything.
Just remembered another Italy almost-disasteroh my god, thats terrible.
Yeah, the older I get the more I understand about my parents, and the more I understand that perfect parents don't exist. I tried my very best to be a better dad than the one I had, but I have regrets and things I wish to god I'd done differently. Unless they are "bad people" try to accept them for what they are instead of wishing they were someone different. The thing I regret about my dad the most is that when he died I still hadn't reconciled our differences.That’s good you’re getting better and that you’re close with your kids
I feel bad for my wife and her siblings. Her dad moved away and they rarely hear from him. When he comes up she gets an hour notice and he expects her to drop everything for him
I’m really close to my parents and her oldest brother, his wife is the same with her family so her and I sit and rage at how shitty is relationship is with his kids
No - I got out of the Air Force when my oldest was 2, and didn't join the Army (National Guard) until the week after my youngest died. All they ever knew was civilian life. Even got to grow up in the same place for most of their growing years.Were you military while raising kids? If so how did that work for you?
The very worst, lowest, darkest period of my life was about a 10-year period that centered on my son's death. A therapist told me that life will always get better if you don't give up. I didn't believe her, but I wanted to, so I didn't give up.When shit got really though, what did you do to keep on pushing through?
I can't, but thank you.I'm so sorry for the loss of your son. It's the worst kind of grief and I'm doubly sorry because I have witnessed people say some incredibly insensitive things only because they just don't know what to say.
That being said, do you want to tell us your favorite memory of your youngest? We'd love to hear about him to honor his memory with you if you wanted to.
If you're saying what I think you're saying, no. Other than some point-talk stuff like "stop or I will shoot".enta betkalem araby?
thats awesomeJust remembered another Italy almost-disaster
In my 1st grade class, whenever anyone had a birthday that they wanted to invite everyone to we would all get permission to ride their bus home, attend the birthday party, and then our parents would come pick us up. I was supposed to go to a kids party one day but I didn't really like him much. I got on his bus and when we got to his stop he told me to get off. I didn't like the way he said it, so I stayed on the bus. In a strange area. In Italy. And I didn't speak Italian.
When I realized what I'd done I got off the bus, but by then it was too late to have any hope of getting back to this kid's party. I wandered around Naples for hours, and eventually ended up crying my eyes out in some alley behind some apartment buildings. An old man came up and talked to me, but he didn't speak english and I didn't speak Italian. He took my hand and brought me to his apartment and I played with his kids (or grand kids). After a while my parents came and picked me up. Turns out he was an ex-mayor of Naples. He called the Navy shore patrol, who then contacted my parents. I was a stupid shit when I was a kid.