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How not to be a spoiled arching my back wife brat at 54 years old when things go wrong in life.  

**Warning : this will be offensive to some , but it’s time to grow up beyond  middle school and petty behavior !  Consider it! 


I am at the doc’s office now sitting here waiting for my hub’s treatment to be over.  I took a vow for better or worse. I meant it with no one looking. 

I have his wedding ring and they made me sit in the lobby because this treatment  doesn’t allow him to wear it .  No metal in there . 

I’m tough and we endure this.  

This is unlike some who don’t and prefer whining and leave . Mmmm they believe people are disposable and no pain. They are superficial and bother me as nauseum in a weird way. They bother me. 

So I was waiting. 

So I was sitting between this older couple married 50 years . I’m married almost 20 years next May. If they can do it , me too. 

Scott is getting a  very involved treatment for his foot . It’s a couple hours long for every day to endure with maturity. No one watching and no family but me. My hub is still in there , so maybe I should be acceptable to  the toxic mamas and arch my back and stomp my feet like a junior high valley girl 2 year old  wimp brat when I don’t get my way like they do. 


Their Daddy failed them and never sent them to time out . Their Mommy did the same thing and that’s why they act like they do. Divorce is a disease passed on. 

But after all we’ve been through these last 5 years with our house and all maybe I should be “acceptable” to those with no faith and no connections or social skills. They give up and talk about their husbands behind their backs.  

Jerk is a common word I would never use. 

They –many  have unrealistic bratty expectations and whine when there’s no air conditioning . Pain? The brats leave with “happy jerk low brain despair.” Their complaints are about him, but self projection is their real problem.  

We had a Roomie like that. She left  4 weeks ago because she could not handle our endurance and intensity of what we have.  She’s twice divorced.  

I squint and wonder and try to understand them . I can’t . I try but can’t . 

My Dad never allowed bratty behavior or  winey vocals about what I should shut up and endure and “be mature”.  “It’s part of life”, he’d say. “Get over it because it makes you better.” 

These folks never learned this. 

Um, I’m still here waits and he’ll be done soon. 


I have lived here in the Tampa Bay area for over 40 years. I am a native of New York. The purpose of this blog is to show what it is like to live here and not vacation . This is Florida’s Daily life. Paradise has “moments” too. This blog attempts to reflect my Catholic Christian faith with balance and sunshine and a crack at holy humor. I have a real sense of humor. It is hot here .