Fix it yourself

Baca came today. They delivered the “cuts” for the children now known as Peachy, Bear Claw, and Robin. Their “biker names”. It was a good morning. Then, “Peachy”, her boyfriend, and Daddy went off to play disc golf while she stayed home to do yardwork and watch the boys. The day was productive, but when everyone came home, her husband didn’t want to smell the burning leaves so he went inside. No contact for hours. From anyone. The night just went downhill from there. She wishes that literally anyone in her family would listen to her. It is so isolating sometimes to be the only one sitting in her position. There is no back up. She looked at her husband and said that their son was calling him. He made no moves. She said, “Are you going to him?” “What? I heard you say he was calling, not that he was calling me.” “Dude I LOOKED RIGHT AT YOU!” Yeah, she is about to be on her period, but this does not explain his lack of paying attention. Ever. Also, HE has a yeast infection. SHE told him how to fix it. He wants no parts of it. SERIOUSLY? Whatever dude, fix it yourself.