I completely forgot I wanted to share this until now!
I have a story to tell, and I'm not quite sure where to start. So, I'll start in the middle..
My mom is currently working on getting her master's degree. In doing so she travels to the University of Wyoming several weekends a month. While on these trips she's made friends with a woman who has spoken a few times about her concerns about her daughter. It seems her daughter who has just graduated high school is dating this `older guy' (24 year old) who, while does not beat her or anything terrible like that, does mooch off her, refuse to get a job, tears down her self esteem and in every other way makes himself a mother's worse nightmare for her daughter.
Last month this woman started once again to voice her concerns about her daughter and this destructive relationship. While doing so she mentioned a few additional `details' about this man. Like the fact that he's been in jail, for drugs, and that his mother is currently in prison, for drugs. My mother, being the intuitive and perceptive person that she is, got a chill. Then she asked `the question.' "Is his name Dumbshit*? Dumbshit Asshat?"
"Yes, it is!? How did you know that?"
Mom said they both got goose bumps at that moment. She went on to ask a few more questions about him before she dropped `the bomb'.
"Has he ever mentioned his son?"
The woman was obviously stunned, and managed to stutter out.. "N, n, no!"
My mom then pulled out her `Grandma's brag book' and proceeded to show the woman picture after picture of a little copy of her daughter's boyfriend. Needless to say when the woman asked if she could take one of the pictures home, my mom gave it to her with no qualms.
You see, Dumbshit Asshat was my sister's first boyfriend. They met while she was in high school, and as is wont to happen, she got pregnant. She went through the pregnancy with little to no help or support from Dumbshit. In fact, he was SUCH a help that when asked to list the father on the birth certificate she put `unknown'. After my little nephew was born they `tried' off an on to live together. He was great at lounging around the house, but not if it meant watching the baby while my sister worked. Get a job!? Are you kidding?
I'm not sure how long she tried to work things out, I just know that if was six months it was six months too long. She finally threw him out, and he's never asked to see her or the baby again. That was (about) three years ago. My sister ended up spending a few years with another loser, but that's another story. Currently, she's dating a REALLY nice guy, and the whole family couldn't be happier for her.
As for the woman and her daughter? Well the woman took the picture home and showed it to her daughter. The girl immediately knew who's baby THAT was, and wrote Dumbshit a `Dear John' letter and left it on his car. He tried contacting her for a few weeks, and she hasn't heard anything from him since. Another young soul saved. All because my mom was talking a class in Laramie.
*Name changed though I have no reason to protect the little fucker.
Posted by parttimemom
at 3:05 PM PDT