THE BLAME

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Connie:  They had their second biggest fight about the C on my report card.  Daddy said it was OK, but Mommy said I was grounded until I was working up to my potential.  The biggest fight happened three days after she had to take me to juvenile court.  Mother said she was mortified that her daughter would do such a thing and I should have told Amy no, but she’s the only friend I have!  It must have been my fault.

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Lucy:  I should have done more.  One day I came by to give her some PTA things and she was sitting at the kitchen table in her robe crying.  Probably the first time in her life the kitchen was messy and she wasn’t not only dressed but wearing makeup by 7 a.m.  I took her to lunch, but when she asked me what she could do to help him, all I could tell her was don’t spend too much and be lots of fun.  Lord knows I can’t take the credit for still being married.  My husband, bless his heart, treats me too good.

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Bishop Lee:   I’d have talked with both of them, but he insisted she wouldn’t come.  After all, he said, he was the one who wasn’t living up to his potential, the one who abused himself, the one who was too easy on the kids and was depressed.  She didn’t need counseling.  She was always on time, always organized, never lost her temper, perfectly groomed, a “textbook Christian.”  I have to admit, I considered them unequally yoked.  He was ineffectual.  She was the one we depended on in Sunday school, the one who could pinch hit at the organ, head the pot luck supper committee, and never missed church.

 

Ted’s Dad:   Hell, he couldn’t even make a decent living, though God knows I spent enough on getting him through college.  All his life he’s been lazy.  He had brains, but he didn’t apply himself.  When he graduated high school I told him he’d have to earn his own clothes and gas money, but he couldn’t hold a job, so I had to bail him out just like I’ve had to bail him out a dozen times since I helped them buy their house.  Now, she’s a sweetheart.  I told them the day they were married that if they had problems he could go to hell, but she could come home to us any time.

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Ted’s Mom:   You know, you think you’ll never like the one who stole your baby, but she was so nice to us.  She’d come over on Saturdays to help me clean house whenever I my arthritis acted up.  She said we took the place of her dead parents.  I could never complain about her until now.  I know he wasn’t always the best husband to her, but she should have known how immature he is when she married him.  So I’m stuck sitting the baby until the kids get home.  Why didn’t she kick him out instead of leaving him?

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Janice:  I gave him three lovely children.  I did everything for him.  He could be proud of me. But he got more and more slobby.  He’d be his old fun self around other people, but when he was home, all he did was watch TV.  I never nagged him though, not really, unless you count pleasantly pointing out a few things he could improve on.  Mostly I tried to be a good example so he’d see how poorly he was doing.  I shouldn’t have left the children, but when he pushed me out into the rain, after all I’ve done for him, I promised myself I’d show him.  As soon as I’m making enough money for a larger apartment, I’ll get the kids back.  I can make a better living than he can and be a better parent too!

 

Ted:   I never was good enough for her and I don’t know why she married me.  The kids like me, but what do they know?  The kids are the only good things left in my life, but I don’t do a good enough job with them.  She used to keep them spotless.  I can’t even braid hair decently.  The house used to be so clean and neat we couldn’t even go into the living room with our shoes on and now it’s pretty messy.  I’m trying, but everything I do seems wrong.  Mother tells me Tommy’s wetting the bed again because I’m not giving him enough security.  How can I when I’m the one who got us all into this mess?

 

 

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