While I’m on the subject of memory lane.
One thing an ex used to say. “I paid my dues.”
As if a few years of self-sacrifice entitle one to a lifetime free of any further responsibility.
Hello? What are dues? Life is responsibility. It doesn’t stop until we’re dead. How is it that there comes to be a roof over one’s head, food on one’s plate, a shirt on one’s back?
As parents, we provide these things for our children. When they are grown, off they go to provide these for themselves and for their children. It’s the way of the world.
Grow up.
Ever the hard-nosed biddy.
I marvel at those people who think the world, or somebody, owes them something. I wonder where they get that notion, and so deeply embedded at that.
