It has been brought to my attention that I talk poorly of my children. I am wrong to do this. They are precious children, perfect little angels and mean no harm. I, as usual, misread their actions.
I mean, seriously, what right do I have to be upset that my cable bill is $167. Even though Comcast cut the service, I am still being billed for the internet since the modem hasn’t been returned. Silly me, I thought I mentioned that if they didn’t want to pay for internet and cable to please return the modem so Comcast wouldn’t bill me for internet service anymore. I obviously forgot to mention it to my precious angels.
Now that I look back on it, that text from one child threatening me with court if I didn’t send child support was just a cute child-like way of saying we miss you, please come home. Who on earth could possibly misread that text the way I did? Shame on me.
My precious ones also have been good to keep me on my mental toes, too! If I decide to come back to that area I have a real challenge ahead of me. I don’t have a place to stay anymore. I lucked out in getting that place with no job, no income and rent free for a couple of months. Now I owe back rent and damages ($1400+). Not to mention the electric bill that goes with the apartment ($298). God bless them! Such a loving way to encourage their mom to get a job and get back on her feet.
I just hope and pray that one day they can forgive me for talking bad about them.
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