The Spirit of Not Giving
Posted December 24, 2012on:
My husband has two grown children (son – 40, daughter – 37), who are both married with children. They have successful careers and families and houses. And of course, their children are my husband’s grandkids.
There’s a long and tragic history here. Jackass and I got together when those kids were 10 and 7. But we have never had a relationship of any kind. They introduce me to people as their “father’s wife”. And their children don’t know what to call me although the oldest finally started calling me Candy recently. More upsetting to me is that they have never tried to have a relationship with Ingrid and Morris. My kids could have benefited from the family interaction, but the older set didn’t want to reach out and so that never happened either. At the moment, we all just sort of coexist, all circling Jackass, the sun. None of us like it, except for Jackass who remains convinced we are all one big happy family.
To set the following story in its proper context, I must also tell you my stepdaughter and her husband are into extreme couponing. They have an entire basement lined with shelves where they store their loot – all the stuff they don’t necessarily need but buy because it’s on sale, and they essentially get it for next to nothing. They have boxes upon boxes of men’s deodorant, disposable razors, toothbrushes and air fresheners, just to name a few.
Saturday, we had a Christmas brunch with them. They were many many gifts exchanged – at least from our side. Generous gift cards for Jackass’ kids, multiple gifts for the grandkids. Some serious booty.
From the other side, the following gifts were distributed:
For me: a Glade air freshener
For Ingrid: a disposable razor
For Morris: a deodorant
For Jackass (their father): a toothbrush
If it wasn’t so sad, it would be hysterical.