This is a picture of my parents with my children at Christmas...or Thanksgiving...or birthdays... There aren't any. My parents spent a combined total of approximately 4 days being around my children...their entire lives. We have no cards, no gifts, no photos, save for I believe maybe 5: 3 with Stephanie, 2 with Savannah, absolutely none with Sierra. The shitster, on the other hand, has hundreds with my parents and her kids.
My girls still mourn the loss of Don's dad, who passed suddenly in October. He may have been a son of a bitch with massive issues, but he loved and adored his granddaughters. My girls have no idea who my parents were. That makes me sad...it makes me angry...nay, it pisses me the fook off.
So, there you go. Fun stuff, eh?
Peace, Love and (why didn't you ever fooking care?) Zombies \IiiI