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To: Rambi who wrote (18053)	2/26/1999 6:10:00 PM
From: gypsy	Respond to of 71178

The time when I like other people's kids the most, is when they are leaving to go home..then I absolutely love them!! ze gyp

To: Rambi who wrote (18053)	2/26/1999 6:13:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I don't know about everyone else. The whole thing has been a bit much for me. A few years ago my father's second wife called to complain that he was running around with this lady, who is my age. Actually, I think she is a year or two younger than me. Then they went through a really messy scorched earth divorce, which involved accusations of tax fraud, insurance fraud, and embezzling, and left my stepmother, as I thought of her, unable to feel comfortable with anyone in my side of the family, although she is always gracious when I call her. So I felt somewhat bitter about that before I met the lady. To go even further back, my parents divorce was spectacular, with beatings, people going to emergency rooms, cops being called, private-eye stakeouts, the two younger children being kidnapped by my father, the two older children put into private boarding school, you name it. I had to testify in court. We had social workers counselling us in school, which was unheard of. I ran away from home at age 17, and was self-supporting since then. So the bonds were a little strained as it is. Anyway, I get a phone call from my father four years ago telling me that he married her, because she wanted to adopt a kid, and I have a new brother, out of the blue. At the time, we were too broke to visit more than once a year, and my father has only been up here to visit us once since we moved here ten years ago. So I only see these people once a year. Twice a year, now. When we visit, they are always plastered, and the kid is either in day care or wandering around basically unattended, and when I try to keep an eye on him he is combative. But, I am supposed to be bonded to them because my father is. And I try, I really do try. Anyway, I do love my father, and I want him to be happy. So I try.