Sometimes things get me down.
This is a picture of the Sneed granddaughters, the daughters of Cletus Sneed, our mostly homeless, oft drug using son. This is a picture from three and a half years ago. At the moment we don't really know where these girls are.
We know in a general sense that they are living with their mom and her latest boyfriend in a trailer somewhere out in the desert. At least that was the last report. The mother's parents tried to provide a stable home for the children, but their mom would rather have a warm body in her bed, than a safe, stable home for her children.
Of course Cletus is just no help either. In fact, I was telling the lovely Mrs. Sneed that I wonder about his whereabouts. He came over two weeks ago to get twenty bucks and hasn't been seen or heard from since, which is unusual.
The lovely Mrs. Sneed and I made a conscious decision not to become attached to these little girls, so as not to be hurt when they disappeared from our lives, which they were bound to do. We do what we can for them, but our opportunities are limited in that area.
It is a shame when children are the victims of their parent's stupidity and irresponsible behavior.
What got me down, was not thoughts of the girls but rather a mom I saw at Circle K tonight. She was using the pay phone in front of the store and having some drama with the party on the other end. All the while her two grubby little kids played around her feet. Periodically, she cupped the receiver and yelled at the kids to stay put.
The girl was dressed in a little cheerleader outfit, which someone bought thinking she would look cute in it. She did. Her little brother was dressed in a plumber's outfit, at least I think it was a plumber outfit because his butt cracked showed above his drooping drawers.
Mom was emaciated and her teeth were rotten. I would bet anything that she was a meth addict.
I makes me sad and mad that children don't get better than this.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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4 comments:
That's a very sad post, man. What sweet angels.
these girls strongly resemble the sneedlet toddler boys, is this a Sneed look (angelic, w/soulful eyes) or does it come from the lovely Mrs. Sneed.
It's pretty terrible when parents get wrapped up in drama, and equally terrible when they take their kids along for the ride. :(
Oh, this is heart breaking. I'm so sorry for you guys. I hope your son is safe and that someone will come into his life that will change his world. Ironman's been sober for almost 15 years now, and I know his family had given up on him long before he got clean.
I think I read that you're not religious, so without getting blantantly religious on you, I'll just say...positive vibes, good wishes, and I just talked to "man" I know and put in a good word for the various Sneedlets. :D I hope things turn around for your son really soon!
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