Once upon a time there was a 3 year old that was still breastfeeding. Of course this was a child old enough to eat a hamburger and carry on a conversation, but he still wanted to nurse. It was embarrassing to everyone, except the 3 year old that was too immature to feel embarrassment. His friends teased him, and his siblings, even younger ones, were happily weaned and independent from mommy's breast. One day the day came when mommy said no more. The 3 year old felt unloved and tossed aside, and screamed and cried. After a while he got over it and drank from his cup like a big boy and felt proud of himself, and his friends no longer teased him. Mommy was much happier to be independent and spent more time with Daddy.
Once upon a time there was a 23 year old that was still bringing laundry to his Dad and SM's house. Of course this was a man old enough to go to the laundromat or rent a place with laundry equipment, but he still wanted to depend on Dad and SM for laundry stuff. It was embarrassing to everyone, except the 23 year old that was too immature to feel embarrassment. His friends teased him, and his siblings, even younger ones, were happily self-sufficient and independent from Dad and SM's washer and dryer. One day the day came when Dad and SM said no more. The 23 year old felt unloved and tossed aside, and screamed and cried. After a while he got over it and took his laundry to the laundromat like a man and felt proud of himself, and his friends no longer teased him. SM was much happier to be independent and spent more time with Daddy.
I really don't see much difference between a 3 year old that still wants to nurse and a 23 year old that still wants to bring laundry to their parent's house.
I guess I should be counting my blessings that he moved out.
you must know my opinion
I agree completely, it just seems our SO tend to have these kids sucking much of the time.
"We don't understand life anymore at 40 then at 20, but we know it and admit it" Jules Renard
Yeah, but what about...
...the parents that encourage breastfeeding until their child is, say, 10 years old! I think that's part of what we see with these socially retarded adults that keep coming home to nurse.
If the milk keeps flowing, they'll be there.
Titty-Babies !!
I know many!
Stepwitch
Thank you Disney for portraying a positive image on all stepmothers!!!!
Great Analogies
Ha ha I love it.
"Better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt"
Did He at least do His Laundry?
I took Laundry to My Families, to DO IT MYSELF, in Their machines, when I was in My Early Thirties, because My Washer and or Dryer were broke and I Couldn't afford 20 or 30 bucks a week at the Laundromat, or to replace them, right away...Now if You mean He was bringing it and expecting to pick it up, washed/dried/folded, OH HELL NO, I wouldn't agree.
Steve
Kids are the Best and Worst Things We can do to Ourselves. When We have nothing else worth living for, We'll go on, for Them, but Oh How We Miss Our Freedom...LOL
He did his own laundry
It's just the symbolism of the whole thing. If he can't get something easily, by default he just asks his Dad. Doesn't occur to him to provide things for himself. I'm just sick of him with his hand out, sick of him being dependent on everyone, sick of him in general.
The poor kid has no friends and no life so I should be a little more tolerant.
I just wish he would grow up and get a life. I would be happy for him, happy for DH, happy for me.
Nellie
I have always been broke, along with My freinds...
I have always been broke, along with My freinds,and most of Our Families, so We always depended on Each Other, borrowing Money, Rides, Tools, Smokes, Labor/Skills, etc. back and forth. If someone had a washer and Dryer, We'd go do laundry at their house, take a 12, and have a few with them, and when They needed help with Moving Furniture, fixing a car, Their Kids bikes needed repair or replacement, We'd be there to return the favor...whether it was Blood Kin, or not.
At one point, for about 6 months, when I lived alone, about half a dozen of My freinds would party at My House 3-4 nights a week, They bought the brew and snacks, two of the Girls did My Dishes, and My Best Freind, cleaned My House in the morning while I was at work, because It was My House We hung at...
Steve
Kids are the Best and Worst Things We can do to Ourselves. When We have nothing else worth living for, We'll go on, for Them, but Oh How We Miss Our Freedom...LOL
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