The road to he** is paved with good intentions, but sometimes it's just like "ENOUGH ALREADY!" with some of the things people say--usually well-meaning, but still annoying and sometimes hurtful... ya know?
Here is my end of the same conversation had countless times with lots of people who have no business butting into my business (copied from a post I did else where LONG ago--but it hasn't changed and I thought you all would find humor... and the board is slow
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No, they are not my kids.
Yes, they live with me all the time. It's fostering, not babysitting.
No, I'm not adopting them--I'm a foster mother not an adoptive mother. (although I am now)
They're going to go home or to a relative.
Yes, really.
I have no idea when. Either when the parents get their act together or some relative steps up to care for them.
It's not as difficult as it sounds.
No, the money is not incredible. It's not about the money.
If it's not really my problem, whose problem is it? (someone ACTUALLY said that to me "That's not really YOUR problem")
You're right--you probably COULDN'T do it because you'd get too attached but thankfully there are heartless wretches like me around so these kids don't sit in a group home or hospital where they get MAYBE an ounce of attention at feeding and diapering time and learn that THAT is what love and family mean.
Yes, I will be sad when they leave. That just means I loved them.
I got that you could never do that. No need to repeat it over and over and over again. Do you realize you just called me a heartless wretch again?
You're right--you couldn't do it because it's really about the kids knowing a good home and love while their life is a complete living he11 and not about your sadness when they go home.
No, I'm not a saint. I'm a human that gives a crap about humanity. What are you?
Can I get a witness?
