But my *%#@$*&% kids are. A stressful day with a sick grandchild, doctor visits, and so on. I finally settle down, to relax a moment and the phone rings. I always know when my phone rings it's not going to be good because it never is. I hate phones. My daughter apparently has been kicked out of rehab. 47 years old she is. An hour and a half drive from home for me. Stranded in a crime infested city, no money and no one to call but me? Really? She abandoned her kids, why should I be there for her when she treats me like crap anyway? Because I'm a good mother or just a fool?
I've entitled the above picture "The Takers".