by Just_Words
Delightful story! I have a 92 year aunt who I talk with and visit regularly. I appreciate all I have learned from her and that she is still alive.
5
Very good. Much appreciated.
"If you stay the course and are true to yourself."
Reading ‘Pops?’ and ‘It’s a Dirty Job’ in immediate succession, I realized that they are essentially the same scenario - an arrogant wife blatantly and cruelly betraying her husband - with diametrically opposed interpretations. I especially enjoyed Jimmy’s and Karen’s reactions. Fine bit of writing. Thanks for two great stories.
Wow, a happy ending for the guy, losing the selfish bitch early enough not to get screwed badly in the divorce, understanding kids, and zero "but i luuuuuuve the evil cunt" idiocy. Easy 5 stars. Thank you!
It's always rewarding and helpful when you have family backing you, no matter the cause. I have to agree, it is a happy ending but I'm still wondering about Uncle Joey though, lol.
I thought it was a great story.
Actually was a good btb. With a nice ending
5stars
You have two versions of the story of packing him up and moving him out in one night, which I assume is an editing oversight, but otherwise a nice story.
@Griscom - The pack and go is an idea I like and I admit I've used it several times. This story was meant to be about the support of family and friends and a conversation between the generations, but ghosting someone because of betrayal is a response that appeals to me, although it is rarely that easy.
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Thats a strange conversation between gramps and the grandkids. I guess my family is a LOT different than this one.
@Anonymous - Yeah, I thought so, too, and the granddaughter has quite the mouth on her. I figure they didn't know the can of worms they were opening and Pops figured this was a life lesson about consequences that they needed to hear. I agree - my grandparents never talked to me about anything remotely like this. Then again, neither did my parents.