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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 646681" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I met the two nurses aides who would be working with me on that shift for the first time. They were young girls. And one of them, when she read the last name on my pin, widened her eyes and said..."Are you related to difficult child Blah, blah, blah?"</p><p></p><p>And then, she went on to tell me all about this party at this house where ten thousand kids did thus and so and saw this and that.</p><p></p><p>Yep.</p><p></p><p>My house.</p><p></p><p>The party had taken place some years before? And she still remembered.</p><p></p><p>And I still remembered coming home from that trip with husband.</p><p></p><p>That would have been difficult child son. It was difficult child daughter, freshly beaten into all the colors of the rainbow by whatever abusive male she was seeing at the time, who picked us up at the airport and was introduced to...the president of the company I was working for.</p><p></p><p>Not just my boss, but THE boss. </p><p></p><p>Who, as fate would have it, was on the same flight.</p><p></p><p>You really can not, could never, in a million years, make this stuff up.</p><p></p><p>There was a hole in the wall. I remember repatching the patch job difficult child son had done. husband never found out about that hole. But there were cigarette burns in the carpet in our bedroom and man...it was awful.</p><p></p><p>Such a violation, on so many levels.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>difficult child son was 16 at the time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 646681, member: 17461"] I met the two nurses aides who would be working with me on that shift for the first time. They were young girls. And one of them, when she read the last name on my pin, widened her eyes and said..."Are you related to difficult child Blah, blah, blah?" And then, she went on to tell me all about this party at this house where ten thousand kids did thus and so and saw this and that. Yep. My house. The party had taken place some years before? And she still remembered. And I still remembered coming home from that trip with husband. That would have been difficult child son. It was difficult child daughter, freshly beaten into all the colors of the rainbow by whatever abusive male she was seeing at the time, who picked us up at the airport and was introduced to...the president of the company I was working for. Not just my boss, but THE boss. Who, as fate would have it, was on the same flight. You really can not, could never, in a million years, make this stuff up. There was a hole in the wall. I remember repatching the patch job difficult child son had done. husband never found out about that hole. But there were cigarette burns in the carpet in our bedroom and man...it was awful. Such a violation, on so many levels. Cedar difficult child son was 16 at the time. [/QUOTE]
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