The decay of one of my idols

 

My Mikey, I love you

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For once, I’m not angry.  Hooray!

I am a little disturbed, though.  I just finished reading some things about Ronnie, Donte’, and Phil Spector, and I’m not too pleased with what I’ve read.

Apparently, Ronnie is a lot like I used to be, and like Lola became for a while before she sent Malcolm for treatment.  I sure hope I’ve improved.  Lola has.

Anyway…..

It looks like, based on what Ronnie’s cousin Nedra and Ronnie herself are quoted as saying in the article, that Ronnie is all about Ronnie.  Everything revolves around her in some way.

She was quoted as saying that four years ago, her son Donte’ told her he has AIDS, and she said she is not sure if that’s true or if he’s just trying to distract her from what she’s doing.  She also had a disagreement with her son Gary over which person was the celebrity, her or Phil.  Gary told her that "Dad" was the celebrity, and she got pissed and told him, "No,  I am the celebrity!!!!"  Then, the article says she has to let her husband Jonathan deal with the older children, because they’ve made her life too stressful.

How did they do that?!!!  By saying it wasn’t all about Mom?  Well, news flash…it’s NOT all about any of us.  It’s about ALL of us, together.

One would hope that, at age 63, she would have learned that a long long time ago.

I was just telling Mikey the other day that I’m so glad I’m going to be 32 soon, and I would NEVER rewind the clock, even if it were possible.  I look back on how I was at age 28, and I shudder.  I’m not heaps better now, but I’m making my way to where I need to be.

Luckily, I have a family to worry about.  My concerns can’t be all about me me me anymore.  My daughters, neither of whom are as happy as they should be, are foremost on my mind, most of the time.  Mikey….sweet, precious, crazy Mikey…..he’s the light of my life, even if I do want to turn the light off sometimes! LOL

Our grandbabies are precious, and they give us reason to keep the focus more on the Forstmann family than on any individual member of it.

I’m still touched that Elisabeth wants me to adopt her.  She and I talked the other night, and she was unhappy again.  She wants us to move there…to be together as a family.  She’s afraid to leave her home ground, and I don’t blame her.  I’m still afraid to leave mine, too.  I might be doing it, though.  She has found low-income housing that seems okay for us and our budget, thus far, and it’s in a nice neighborhood, just down the street from her school.

We need to be near our girls.  It kills us to be so far away from the most important people in the world.  Naturally, I’d rather they all be here, in Texas.  I’m afraid of California.

Fear can’t stop us now, though.

We have children and grandchildren to think of.  Our grandchildren desperately need us right now.

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“background-color: rgb(204, 255, 204);”>All is well, though it always could be better OR worse.  So I can’t complain, even though I do.

Love and hugs and all that crap,

PdC