I Had a Dream…

I wonder if my dream is the same as the Great Martin Luther King?

I dreamt that the world had finally been filled with love.
no more…

Last night my Bio mom called to me, feeling upset about all the poison that has been found in foods and drinks resulting in kids being hospitalised and many even dying. Now I hate any hatred towards anyone and when there was the major rise of  Xenophobia and violence towards non South Africans back in the early 2000’s I was against it. But when I watched the videos my bio sister sent me, I could completely understand…but I still condone violence to another person.

and there is another video which won’t okay now of some guy draining some liquid from a tub into coke bottles. Don’t know what liquid he was mixing and passing off as coke. This morning I heard on the radio how a family was having a funeral for their 11 year old daughter who died from drinking or eating something that was bought from a spaza shop.

 

Those barbarians need to be dealt with.

Jealousy…okay I am filled with that. I am jealous of those with kids. A better Bank Balance than me. Women who have a husband that are able to and do provide above and beyond for their wife and their kids.

If only the world that we lived in now wasn’t filled with people obsessed with money and greed and more concerned with loving their neighbors regardless of race, gender, religion or any differences they may have.

Going off topic now…figured I could end this post with a bit of personal frustration.

This morning my husband and I scrubbed our flat down…damn the things we cleaned away…anyway…I gave him the Debit Card for our ‘Joint Account’ since he was going to go out to some work team building thing and he wanted to buy some drinks for our mini picnic with friends tomorrow.

Before I dropped him off at the waterfront we did some house shopping and obviously he bought the booze then too. But when I was driving off from the shopping center he mixed vodka with Bonaqua flavored water.  I asked him if this is what he always does…and he said no..which I know that isn’t true since I have once sipped on a water bottle that tasted a lil alcoholic.

He should be calling me to come fetch him already but he hasn’t and I am just waiting for him to come home hammered…I just hope it isn’t too bad as we are having friends over to our place tomorrow for lunch.

 I complain about his drinking but I enable it and keep thinking that he will be a better drinker each time.