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“My mom did not sleep. She felt exhausted. She was irritable, grumpy, and bitter. She was always sick until one day, suddenly, she changed.

One day my dad said to her:

- I've been looking for a job for three months and I haven't found anything, I'm going to have a few beers with friends.

My mom replied:

- It's okay.

My brother said to her:

- Mom, I'm doing poorly in all subjects at the University.

My mom replied:

- Okay, you will recover, and if you don't, well, you repeat the semester, but you pay the tuition.

My sister said to her:

- Mom, I smashed the car.

My mom replied:

- Okay daughter, take it to the car shop & find out how to pay and while they fix it, get around by bus or subway.

Her daughter-in-law said to her:

- Mother-in-law, I came to spend a few months with you.

My mom replied:

- Okay, settle in the living room couch and look for some blankets in the closet.

All of us gathered worried to see these reactions coming from Mom.

We suspected that she had gone to the doctor and that she was prescribed some pills called "I don't give a damn”... Perhaps she was overdosing on these!

We then proposed to do an "intervention" with w/my mother to remove her from any possible addiction she had to some anti-tantrum medication.

But then ... she gathered us around her and my mom explained:

"It took me a long time to realize that each person is responsible for their life. It took me years to discover that my anguish, anxiety, depression, courage, insomnia & my stress, do not solve your problems but aggravate mine.

I am not responsible for the actions of anyone & it’s not my job to provide happiness but I am responsible for the reactions I express to that.

Therefore, I came to the conclusion that my duty to myself is to remain calm and let each one of you solve what corresponds to you.

I have taken courses in yoga, meditation, miracles, human development, mental hygiene, vibration, and neurolinguistic programming, and in all of them, I found a common denominator in them all...

I can only control myself, you have all the necessary resources to solve your own problems despite how hard they may be. My job is to pray for you, love on you, and encourage you but it’s up to YOU to solve them & find your happiness.

I can only give you my advice if you ask me & it depends on you to follow it or not. There are consequences, good or bad, to your decisions and YOU have to live them.

So from now on, I cease to be the receptacle of your responsibilities, the sack of your guilt, the laundress of your remorse, the advocate of your faults, the wall of your lamentations, the depositary of your duties, who should solve your problems or spare a tire every time to fulfill your responsibilities.

From now on, I declare all independent and self-sufficient adults.

Everyone at my mom's house was speechless.

From that day on, the family began to function better because everyone in the house knew exactly what it was that they needed to do.

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For some of us, this is hard because we've grown up being caregivers and feeling responsible for others. As moms & wives, we are fixers of all things. We never want our loved ones to go through difficult things or to struggle. We want everyone to be happy.

But, the sooner we take that responsibility off of our shoulders & onto each loved one, the better we are preparing them to be responsible.

We are not here on earth to be everything to everyone. Stop putting that pressure on yourself.

Much Love,

Charlyn.

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A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of

his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’

She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?”

“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.

She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it."

Nick and I told Sophia that after 1 whole month of going poop on the potty, she could pick out a special prize at Target. She, of course, picked a new doll. The obsession is real.

While we were checking out, the cashier asked Sophia if she was going to a birthday party. We both gave her a blank stare. She then pointed to the doll and asked Sophia if she picked her out for a friend.

Sophia continued to stare blankly and I let the cashier know that she was a prize for Sophia being fully potty trained. The woman gave me a puzzled look and turned to Sophia and asked, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, honey?”

Sophia finally found her voice and said, “Yes, please!” The cashier replied, “But she doesn’t look like you. We have lots of other dolls that look more like you.”

I immediately became angry, but before I could say anything, Sophia responded with, “Yes, she does. She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor. And I’m a pretty girl and she’s a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And see her stethoscope?” Thankfully the cashier decided to drop the issue and just answer, “Oh, that’s nice.”

This experience just confirmed my belief that we aren’t born with the idea that color matters. Skin comes in different colors just like hair and eyes and every shade is beautiful.

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My daughter wants to buy a tomato. What should I do?



Well how old is she? Is she mature enough to tomato? Has she taken a course in “Tomato Safety”? Does she even have a permit to own a tomato?
You have omitted way too many details here. I suggest you work on this problem a little longer and then resubmit your question.

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Please let me know when you get your answers. I could use your advice as my son wants to buy a potato.


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God! Don’t let her do it. Now it’s a tomato, next will come cauliflower and squash. Nip it in the bud!


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Take her to the shop to buy it like the other 5000 items you’ve been sprooking rediculously on here for a week! !🤔😳😡


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People say it all starts with…..the TOMATO 😲! Not only is it in the Nightshade category, which is bad enough, but it can also lead to some very dangerous fruits and vegetables. Take the avocado, (“ No! YOU take the avocado 🥑.” “Nooo! YOU take the avocado! “No way, JUST TAKE THE DAMN AVOCADO!!!” ) Do you have any idea how many people are rushed to the emergency room every day just trying to get the pit out of an avocado? Then there’s the apple. Just look what happened to Adam and Eve,………. I don’t even like to THINK about it 😕. Then there’s.…Sleeping Beauty!

I had a friend years ago who, while at a homecoming football game, split her FRONT TOOTH biting into a candied apple! Okay….. I lied…..it was me 😞. There I was, seventeen with half of my front tooth missing and a zillion people all around! Oh God….this can’t be happening to me 🫤 I thought. Okay we’re just in the ‘A’s’ and I have to stop—it’s too depressing. But just one more thing…….the TOMATO. Do you have any idea how many people die every year of heart disease and it all started with their first bite of a BLT with lots of mayo on super soft WHITE BREAD? So in answer to your question about allowing your daughter to buy a tomato? JUST SAY NO and if you’re from Trollsville? I’m so sorry I took the time to respond to this stupid question seriously!😜 LMAO



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You know, a tomato is a gateway fruit. The next thing you know, she’ll be meeting strange people in alleys, and she will be sneaking in with grapes and kiwis stuffed down her shirt, and she will hide them in her old gym shorts and stuffed in the corner of the closet. DON’T LET HER DO IT!!!


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How that trolling going for you? You’ve asked what to do if your daughter wanted to buy a bed, a pillow, , a sofa, and now a tomato! Really?


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Trying to buy a tomato requires certain degrees needed to become a tomato expert. For starters, you will need to train all of your 5 senses inorder to become a qualified tomato picker.

Iam going to tell you a secret that farmers from US & UK doesnt know, its important that you listen carefully, your life depens on it (or to who you trust to buy tomatoes).

Ok here it is, you need to segregate all of the tomato that you see that have joined gang wars, you can tell that it by hearing its war cry. Dont buy tomato from shady people that sells it in bulk, overcrowding can lead to being squashed (not exactly the case if tomatoes have armour)

Touch: you need to have baby hands in order to feel yhe soft and tender skin of your tomato.

Hear: the most dificult part of them all. What is needed is that you need to have at least 20 each of different species to listen for.

Taste: well this is embarassing for the tomato.



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She needs an intervention badly, tomatoes are a gateway vegetable. She may move on to cucumbers and we all know what those are used for.


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Make tomato paste…tomato soup…tomato chunks…tomato ketchup…tomato squares…tomato porridge…tomato gel…tomato pudding…The possibilities are ENDLESS!! TROLL!!

My daughter wants to buy a bowl. What should I do?


I read this as your daughter wants to buy a bowel.

Then I started thinking suppose she wishes to buy a vowel?

But you want to know what you should do if she wishes to buy a bowl.

What type of bowl are we thinking of?

Dinner bowl, chili bowl, salad bowl, bowling alley, bowling ball, singing bowl, finger bowls, soup bowls, will this be a ceramic bowl, glass bowl, metal bowl, stoneware bowl fine china or bone china bowl, porcelain bowl, earthenware bowl, bamboo bowl. super bowl, Rose Bowl, Cotton Bowl, Orange Bowl, Fiesta Bowl, Sugar Bowl, Peach Bowl, Sun Bowl, Gator Bowl, Citrus Bowl, Liberty Bowl, I’m getting bored and you probably are too, or will this be a bowl that one smokes?


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Respectfully,

if she wants to follow Buddhism,

let her buy one, beginning begging

for a life goal…

My 15-year-old son keeps asking me for a bedroom door. I keep telling him that when he's on his own, he can have one. How do I make him stop asking me?


Here is what you can do, although it is basically a summary of what has already been said. You have two choices.

A. Remove every door from inside the house, as well as every door and window that goes outside. This includes your bedroom door as well as bathroom doors. If he doesn't need privacy in his room, no one needs privacy anywhere in the house.

B. Put a door on his room, and every other room in the house.

Do you want your child to want to come visit after he moves out the day he turns 18? I ask because that is what children who are raised by people like you do. They move out the day that they turn 18. It doesn't matter to them where they go, as long as it is away from you. This causes a lot of them to end up in very bad, dangerous situations where they become victimized and taken advantage of.

Consider your choices carefully.

Sincerely,

A.L. Wyrmsoul