Randolf
I Am Not Alone
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« Reply #1 on: September 12, 2010, 12:29:02 AM » |
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I know what you mean. Holy God, do I know what you mean.
Only, in my case, imagine that instead of the parents simply ignoring their child, one parent asking you and your family to "babysit" said child while the other is in prison. Pregnant. And you take the child, and watch over them, feed them, change them, play with them, teach them to walk and talk and all that nice kid stuff.
Because seriously. They damned near abandoned that child in my home. My mother and aunt worked their asses off taking care of the kid, when the father would only show up twice in 24 hours to either drop it off or pick it up at the two further distances apart, leaving us with very few hours of sleep indeed. Due to my mental condition, it's not good for me to get heavily stressed out, otherwise I can be... unpleasant to be around.
Now imagine they bring us another kid. Two weeks old. Pappy runs off and spends his last dime getting staggering drunk, sometimes vanishing for days on end, only to return in a stinking mess with no valid excuse for why he can't compensate us for our efforts.
Now imagine that by the latter end of this two-year babysitting assignment we are literally without transportation, without any money, unable to get any proper rest for any reasonable length of time, growing more and more impatient and snappish with one another. We ran out of milk and diapers, and no one brings us anymore. The two small children are forced to share our abject poverty, spending the winter virtually naked for lack of clean clothes and hungry for lack of milk. And there are no diapers and neither one is potty trained.
In at least one instance, since we had no car and no money, and pappy didn't show up to bring us anything, we went without *anything* for almost ten days. I didn't eat for almost a week. By the sixth or seventh day, the kids literally stopped playing and just sat on the sofa staring at the wall, too weak to do anything.
Finally he shows up. With nothing. But he passes a message to my uncle to come give us a lift. Oh yeah, and he's coming back again in the morning. With the kids.
At the end of this ordeal, my home is in shambles. Much has been lost or destroyed due to child damage, negligence and abuse during that time. I nearly lost my mind and hurt someone I care about deeply. The mother finally got out of prison only to get pregnant with a third child. Thankfully, once she was out, she kept her brood mostly to herself-- we only see them maybe once a week, if that. Although I wish it were a hell of a lot less. The memories still hurt.
Moral of the story: if you'd like my household to babysit for you, we want $1,000 per kid, per day, and God help you if you don't have a fucking limo to take us to the store when we need it.
You have beautiful children, Mr. Pappy. And you know what? I even grew to love them. How could I not? I spent almost two years with them, for the better part of every day. But I will not live in filth, lose my sanity nor starve to death for your convenience.
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