Guest guest Posted May 29, 2000 Report Share Posted May 29, 2000 Hello everyone.. Well, as I said when I posted the list for today, I have been away all weekend.. Chuck and I went to see his grandparents as well as his parents since they were coming down for the weekend also.. Well, let's just say i could have had more fun with someone throwing knives at me... We got there on saturday about 1 in the afternoon or so... .. Chuck's parents wouldn't be there til later that afternoon so we just sat outside and let run around the yard and just the normal family stuff.. Everything was fine... Well, Chuck went in the house and he was trying to take a nap being that his body seemed to think he was supposed to be sleeping since he works nights and I went to the other side of the house where Chuck's grandparents and a friend of theirs were.. Chuck's grandmother kept offering to let me sit down since I was holding .. She had one of those folding chairs with the wide plastic strips for the seat.. Well, i was afraid to sit in it.. I kept thinking I would break it.. Well, finally my back started hurting so bad she offered once more and I took her up on it.. As I began to sit in it, I realized the chair was MUCH smaller than I thought and my hips and legs would barely fit.. But, when I realized it, it was too late.. I was already sitting.. The arms of the chair were cutting into my legs and hurting.. Then I couldn't believe what happened next.. Chuck's grandfather pointed at me, started lauing and said something about the seat... I didn't hear exactly what he said but i figured it out when the three of them sat there laughing.. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to die at that moment.. I actually thought of suicide for about a full 10 seconds.. Of course I'm not that stupid.. But, if I could have disappeared, I would have... I couldn't believe it.. It was the most humiliating day of my life... I could have ran away like a child but, i didn't... I just sat there watching them laugh at me, trying not to burts into tears.. When they stopped, I got up as gracefully as I could and walked to the other side of the house and sat there praying Chuck's parents would get there soon... Maybe that would take the focos off of me and my fat a$$... I truely just wanted to go home.. But, I tried to be adult about it and stuck it out... Well, we left about 11:30 that night... Saturday morning I got up so I could take my shower and get ready to once again go see them.. I was everything but thrilled.. I just wanted to stay home.. But, I got Chuck up and we left soon after.. Luckily, I didn't put myself in the situation again but, I was still miserable.. No sooner did we get there, i wanted to go home.. But, I am glad we weren't home because there were some really strong thunderstorms hitting here and we even had someone report a tornado right around the corner from our home.. Luckily our trailer was safe and more importantly, so were our babies ... Well, we got home about 11:30 last night... I am so glad to be home.. I still can't believe they did that.. but, I can't let it get to me.. I mean, I've gone through this all my life.. I should be used to it, right? Well, not really.. and having people that I think my son should be looking up to doing this just hurts.. I never did tell chuck or his parents what happened and I didn't confront the grandparents.. I just wanted to forget about it... I didn't want it to be this long drawn out thing... But, I did feel I needed to tell y'all.. It makes it so much easier to tell someone when you know they have been there at one point or another... Sorry this is so long... In my thoughts and prayers, Terri ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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