Know Your Audience!

I don’t want to make this man blog about Mel, I want to talk about trying to get healthy, my life, my kids, the good…the bad…and the ugly…

Well, shit, Mel’s brother Deonn contacted me today to call me a bitch and inform me that I was a loser…and I accepted it. I told him we were all entitled to our opinions. I also corrected his use of “your a loser”
The thing here is this…I don’t sit here and write this man blog because I care about what someone’s opinion of me is…. Deonn, bud, if you knew me even a bit, you might realize this.

First, we will address the fact that an insult was made. I excuse you for this. Mel talks, I mean, really talks. A few drinks and she is not going to stop talking, she talks about every single thing that she can remember…that includes you Deonn. A typical evening, I make dinner, hopefully something nice from Goodfood, if not, I come up with something. Mel used to sit on the sofa and watch TV, but for the past 6 months she has just stayed up in our room and watches there. Ya, she might have a couple of drinks before dinner. A bourbon, 2 maybe, they may be double, triples….half a bottle of white wine perhaps, pre-dinner. She would be ready to talk.

Call her down to eat, I’ve already made an entire round of dinner for the kids…and the dishes, if Mel loaded the dishwasher, I would know…anyway, put on a show and eat. Whatever is on, good luck watching it. Mel is going to talk non-stop through it. You won’t have to answer any questions; the occasional nod and uh-huh will do.

Now, if some part of the plot is getting going and you should want to hear what the hell is going on…my advice… don’t hit pause. If you hit pause, or look annoyed, or if she even senses that you are annoyed, well, let the insults fly. Fat, lazy, useless…top that off with some loud insults towards Charlotte sleeping directly below us……..forced to take a room in the basement because Mel wouldn’t have her 2 kids that are here 50% have any less than 100% of everything. Lately, I’ve just been going to bed when that starts. If the talking wasn’t bad enough, let her talk while she tells you what you are feeling. I can’t remember the last time I was able to feel anything openly without being told what that feeling was going to be….

Does that sound crazy? I lived that.

Thats over now. The house is so much better. I love it. I’ve been organizing and cleaning, new sofa set up, I have a to-do list on the go, fixing the washer tonight before Charlotte and I watch the Jake Paul fight, hopefully Ave will be home from work to join us. I have paint, trim, flooring…hell, I have a list!

Where was I…geez…the insults. Yes, Mel told me she couldn’t help but insult me. She was brought up in a home where her father insulted her mother constantly. She told me their life was all about a good fight, her dad was terribly jealous, and hey, he is like 5’8″, and she is 5’11”, his ego couldn’t handle it.

Therapy can get you past these things, of course, if Mel went to therapy, she would probably want to explore why everyone else in her life is underperforming….so funny.

So I forgive the fact that you, Deonn, cast an insult; you need therapy also, I think you were successful in rehab? I’ve heard some terrible stories about your childhood….but a little therapy might help you learn to be a better person. I’m far from perfect, but in the past 24 months, I’ve spent time with 2 therapists, and I know a little more about what makes me tick, I see some of my faults, and I have the tools to be better. And I could use plenty more therapy, plenty more…

Now, to address the actual insult.

“B1tch”.

I have to assume you are using it in the jailhouse slang sort of way. Let’s explore that.
Good old AI offers this: In jail slang, “b1tch” is a deeply derogatory term for a male prisoner who is seen as effeminate, weak, submissive, or who is forced into a subservient sexual role. 

Edited—just in case. One of us has never been anyone’s b1tch.

And now, the weather.

Seamus called yesterday to check in on my mental state, which is pretty good, I mean… it’s really good!
He is DOWN to 290 pounds, from god knows where. Hell I heard from a friend of mine down 60 pounds!

Frig, if Russet lost 60 pounds…..

The Quote of the Day:

You gotta move – Gino Vinneli

Until next time, chuck all your worries.