I hate these troubled times. The Bible tells me this will all increase in time, and that soon, as the stage gets fully set for Jesus Christ to return for His faithful, we will be redeemed who have trusted in Him. Sadly, many I love will never see heaven.
My wife's father has taken ill again, and is in the hospital after having a death to life experience at the hands of a paramedic. Seems through this he has a new outlook on what life may have to yet offer him. There was a chance that his grand daughter was pregnant. As unwelcome as that is for a teenage girl, it would have still been his great-grandchild, and who can over look that reality.
Meanwhile we struggle to try to get either Jennifer back with her children, or have Christina go out there to get them. Jennifer has elected to get a divorce from Tyler, but I suspect it may be a smokescreen, one that DSS out there will surely sense as well. She must follow through with it. And Tyler needs to stay away so it isn't preceived as a smokescreen.
And now life goes on...to what I am uncertain, but it goes on. I continue to be the subject of my wife's accusations, of what I haven't a clue, but she seems bent on accusing me of something. I just got done telling my mother how I would never leave Kelli under any circumstances, and now I wonder how much I can stand of this. She has the false impression that I don't do anything around here, the evidence more shows that it is she who says she will do this or that and it does not get done...unless we happen to have guests coming over. Between Jessica and I we have been doing a lion's share of the laundry, and I do the kitchen EVERYTHING most of the time anyway. It is I who should plead for help. There is one other teenager living here who has yet to do any folding of laundry and continues to crap up her own room, which to me is her problem since she has to live in it.
