Jean, here with another way of looking at life From A Mothers' Perspective. I have had the most wonderful summer hiatus at the Betty Ford Clinic. Oh, it's not what you think. I was taking a sabbatical from my readers to catch up with all the wonderful stories of the people who are legally forced to spend three months of their life in what I can only describe as a cross between the local welcome wagon and those that should be on the wagon. Like, my stripper daughter-in-law. But more on that later.
Betty Ford Clinic is covered by most insurance plans so you know it's good. The help is only slightly more bitter than my son's three children after a lifetime of neglect and modern parenting. There are flowers on the tables, fresh cookies in the afternoons, and plenty of time to get to know how to use group therapy and I -statements. I need to say that I was pleasantly surprised to see my stripper daughter-in-law there for something that should have been addressed in her twenties. Anyway, we all have our daddy issues and she's no different. I am just so glad I can report to you wonderful readers of this blog, that there is a place that takes care of things when you decide that Jim Beam and Zoloft are daily dance partners. I'm talking to you, stripper daughter-in-laws' biological mother.
That's just a small picture of what I investigated over the summer at Betty Ford Clinic. It seems that there is this thing called confidentiality that makes normal human communication impossible without a bunch of lawyers getting involved. Next time, I tell you how to have fun with your grandchildren with just a screw driver and some basic fossil fuels.
Betty Ford Clinic is covered by most insurance plans so you know it's good. The help is only slightly more bitter than my son's three children after a lifetime of neglect and modern parenting. There are flowers on the tables, fresh cookies in the afternoons, and plenty of time to get to know how to use group therapy and I -statements. I need to say that I was pleasantly surprised to see my stripper daughter-in-law there for something that should have been addressed in her twenties. Anyway, we all have our daddy issues and she's no different. I am just so glad I can report to you wonderful readers of this blog, that there is a place that takes care of things when you decide that Jim Beam and Zoloft are daily dance partners. I'm talking to you, stripper daughter-in-laws' biological mother.
That's just a small picture of what I investigated over the summer at Betty Ford Clinic. It seems that there is this thing called confidentiality that makes normal human communication impossible without a bunch of lawyers getting involved. Next time, I tell you how to have fun with your grandchildren with just a screw driver and some basic fossil fuels.
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