Parroting
My former stepdaughter used to tell my late husband her thoughts were her own, but we knew differently. Both his kids would parrot what their mother would say, and of course, she would say she’s just saying what the kids told her. RIIIIGHT…..
📸 Look at this post on Facebook https://m.facebook.com/groups/empoweringyoutoovercomeparentalalienationbehaviour/permalink/3522611471335926/?mibextid=qC1gEa
Political Views
How have your political views changed over time?
I don’t like talking politics because it seems people just can’t have a conversation of differing opinions without the name calling or someone getting angry.
I have political views and opinions, but hardly ever share them for those reasons.
Have they changed- maybe in some cases, very few cases.
SPOT ON!!
Keith couldn’t text without being accused of harassment or invasion of privacy and being threatened with either a R/O or the ex changing the kids phone numbers.
The comments in this video were either said or written by his ex first via email or letter, then at some point the kids would parrot the words.
MAN….
This is maddening. My daughter’s father had one job when I left him and got fired from it. He got another job at a school district and I’m not sure how long he was there but he got fired from that, then he eventually went on GR ($200/mo.) . His support payments were hit and miss at BEST. One time they were ZERO, then ended up being a little less than what he started at back in the mid ‘90’s and still was behind. This Mother in this video …. MAN 😡🤬😡🤬
It TRULY was a Beautiful Life
This is the song I chose to have played during the slide show of Keith at his Memorial Service.
Fly, Baby
This song is what I WANTED played during a slide show of Keith at his Memorial service, but was told No.
This Took Him Back…
Keith said when he heard this song, it took him back to his tour in Vietnam.
His Soul is a Spirit
In Memory of Keith- he LOVED this song- and many others- forgive me while I post them- 18 years ago today, was his Memorial service .
He said he wanted to be cremated because his soul would already left his body. He wanted his ashes to be home with us.
Today, 18 Year Ago…
We had the Memorial Service for my husband, Keith.
It was in the evening, at 7pm. I wanted as many postal employees as possible to be in attendance, and wear their uniform.
The church was PACKED.
It’s a bittersweet day for me.
