Pecos
Well-known Member
- Location
- Washington State
Overall mine is pretty good. I am pretty close to my son and daughter, my grandson and my two brothers.
My half-brothers are good honorable men and we do enjoy getting together even though we are quite different at this point in our lives. I am quite proud of my Grandson who is doing an admirable job of making his way through life.
My Granddaughter is a bit problematic and I am careful around her since you never know what she is going to do. Therapy seems to be helping, but she is 34 years old and has wasted a lot of time on drugs and alcohol, and spent time in jail and in rehab. The sad part is that she has a business degree and is very smart.
I have a younger half-sister that I refuse to have anything to do with. She is an outright crook and will run a scam on you in a heartbeat. I think she regards the rest of humanity as prey including her own family. I think that the only reason she has not spent time in jail is because she is clever enough to have not gotten caught by the law. She is also a Master Manipulator and can play the sympathy (woe is me) card with the best of them.
I also had an older half-sister from my natural father. I did not learn of her existence until I was 18. She died a couple of years ago, but she was a Classy Lady and became a hero of mine for the way she lived her life. She retired as a school teacher and then spent several years teaching challenged children on Indian Reservations in Arizona. She then went into the Peace Corp and taught English for five years in several Eastern Europe countries. She also traveled and help provide Dental care in rural Peru, Chile, China, and Haiti. Overall, very few people can match her contribution to the planet. I am so, so proud of her. She was also a lot of fun and had that twinkle in her eye that really happy people do. Her four children have always treated me as if I had always been there, and I am pretty close to them. One of the oddities of my relationship with her is that her mother always treated me as if I were her own son. I felt at home there from the first day I visited. They always knew of my existence, but my own mother never played it straight with me or them.
Despite these hiccups I have always been a happy person.
My half-brothers are good honorable men and we do enjoy getting together even though we are quite different at this point in our lives. I am quite proud of my Grandson who is doing an admirable job of making his way through life.
My Granddaughter is a bit problematic and I am careful around her since you never know what she is going to do. Therapy seems to be helping, but she is 34 years old and has wasted a lot of time on drugs and alcohol, and spent time in jail and in rehab. The sad part is that she has a business degree and is very smart.
I have a younger half-sister that I refuse to have anything to do with. She is an outright crook and will run a scam on you in a heartbeat. I think she regards the rest of humanity as prey including her own family. I think that the only reason she has not spent time in jail is because she is clever enough to have not gotten caught by the law. She is also a Master Manipulator and can play the sympathy (woe is me) card with the best of them.
I also had an older half-sister from my natural father. I did not learn of her existence until I was 18. She died a couple of years ago, but she was a Classy Lady and became a hero of mine for the way she lived her life. She retired as a school teacher and then spent several years teaching challenged children on Indian Reservations in Arizona. She then went into the Peace Corp and taught English for five years in several Eastern Europe countries. She also traveled and help provide Dental care in rural Peru, Chile, China, and Haiti. Overall, very few people can match her contribution to the planet. I am so, so proud of her. She was also a lot of fun and had that twinkle in her eye that really happy people do. Her four children have always treated me as if I had always been there, and I am pretty close to them. One of the oddities of my relationship with her is that her mother always treated me as if I were her own son. I felt at home there from the first day I visited. They always knew of my existence, but my own mother never played it straight with me or them.
Despite these hiccups I have always been a happy person.
