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Join Date: Jun 2004
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Dr. Donna Doof
I am going to post up a couple of reads from " Dr. Donna". She writes for Full Throttle Magazine. I kind of like her.
Dear Dr. Donna,
My husband and I both ride. We have two children, ages 11 and 13, a pretty good marriage, a nice home and decent jobs. In other words, I lead an average life. Nothing exciting, in fact, maybe a little boring, but nothing to really complain about.
About two months ago I was on the Internet looking for some accessories for my bike when I was somehow directed to a singles biker site and ended up in a chat room. To make a long story short, I met a guy on line and we've been having cyber-sex ever since. Suddenly, I feel alive again and life is exciting. My on line lover is only 200 miles away and though I know it's wrong, we are making plans to meet very soon. I love my husband but I need something more and a little fling might be just what I need. Do you think I'm being selfish?
Sierra in Cyberville
Dear Sierra in Cyberville,
Selfish??????? Nooooooo. You're being stupid and selfish. You have a responsibility to your husband and your children and obviously, your actions will have an affect on them and I guarantee the affect will be negative. It sounds to me like you're trying to justify your actions by complaining about your boring, mundane life. In other words, what you want to say is, it's not my fault I'm cheating on my husband and children, I was bored. I'm really just a victim.
That's bullshit and you know it. Life is what you make it and you're about to make a mess of not only your life but your entire family's life. You want excitement? Try skydiving, you bimbo!
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Dear Dr. Donna,
Last year my husband and I rode over to Daytona for bike week. We only planned on staying for 3 days but on the 2nd day, I received a call from the police telling me my son was in an accident with the family car. My son (he's 17) wasn't hurt but the car was totaled. To make things worse, my sons' drivers license is suspended. I knew this, and had in fact hid the keys to the car prior to leaving. My husband and I had to ride the 5 hours back home to pick up my son at the police station. Needless to say, our trip was ruined. When we got home, we were greeted by our neighbor who told us our other son, the 15 year old, had one hell of a party the night we left. The neighbor said the music blared until 5am and later that morning drunken teenagers were still passed out on the lawn and in the pool area. The house was a mess. Obviously, both our sons are out of control. If we ground them, they sneak out of the house as soon as we're in bed. We'd like to try to make Daytona again this year but we're scared to leave our own home. Please give us a few suggestions to remedy this situation.
Worried to Death in West Chase
Dear Worried to Death in West Chase,
Recently, I received a few letters suggesting I be nicer to the people who request my help. So, with that in mind, here's your typical Dear Abby, Ann Landers, etc., all type advice.
My, my, my. It sounds like your sons need some serious family counseling. Find an experienced professional who can communicate effectively with both boys and you and your husband as well. You need to get to the root of the children's destructive behavior. What ever you do, don't blame yourselves.
How's that for advice? It sounds great but unfortunately it's all bullshit. Now, here's the real deal. It's too late. You should have asked for help when your sons were 2 or 3 years old. If you had control then, you'd have control now. In other words, you reap what you sow. You've made your bed, now go sleep in it. Counseling at this point is a waste of time and money. The only thing you have to look forward to is their 18th birthday. That's the day that you can legally present them with an eviction notice and throw them out of your house. Let them sink or swim on their own. My bet is, they'll sink and both you and your husband will be to blame for raising such irresponsible dregs of society. As far as heading to Daytona this year, I'd put the boys in a kennel first.
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