Just going through, minding my own. Accepting the way things are.
But, no, can’t have that. My youngest decides to go get themselves in a pickle with the law again. That teenage invincible mentality.
So I get the phone call from the ex, cause she can’t handle it. She’s “given up”. I only get the call when one of them is in trouble, and I have to ride in to take care of it, fix it, etc.
And to boot, I somehow get volunteered to take the oldest back to university. The quietest hour drive I’ve ever had with someone else in the car! Didn’t get a hello, or a thank you.
I just don’t know about the youth these days. Maybe its just my ungrateful kids.