It’s not your place to tell Darlene to stuff her feelings and not experience grief. It just causes me to want to tell you, please just… shut up.

You made one rotten comment after another. You’re probably a person who is very uptight having stuffed your feelings all your life… wanting to see only good memories… just wanting to be shallow and superficial… and you’ve stuffed so many feelings that how you’re wound tight, uptight, and lack sufficient emotional depth to suffer with those who suffer… and, quite basically, connect with others on a real level…and become… a friend.

Rebuke, Dorothy… that’s what I have for you.

Thanks for sharing, Darlene. It means things to other people… like me.

Firstly, there are lots of other situations out there in the world that is much worse than anything that we ever had to go through. We ALWAYS had the comfort and stability of our family, no matter what. If we ever had to live in our car, which we didn’t, I bet that there would of been a giggle or two regardless of how dire the situation was.

Let me point out that you did not gain anything nor did you lose anything. That house and lifestyle was our parents and it was for them to lose. We children were at the mercy of their decisions and had no say in any way. So please do learn from these mistakes that our parents made and do not do them with Trinity and your future family. You know how it feels as a kid when those things happen.

Regardless of whatever emo moments you may have, I choose to remember all the great moments. And there are a lot to choose from.

And the way I see it, the trade off that God gave us for what we had to go through is well worth it.

You have a good job, a good husband, seemingly good friends, an education, and countless other things. So whatever “trauma” that may have resulted from living on Temple St. should be assuaged.

So here is my arm, please get a grip.

On a sidenote, I don’t know how I feel about our personal dramas being vented on a public domain. I’m not getting emo or anything but I am still old school enough that I still value my privacy. There is such a need for interwebs exhibitionism today.

But time to get over it. Anything that is bad or good that happens in your life now is your own damn fault, not some house in Hacienda Heights.

Personally, I would like to see a post on some of the good memories. Like the game with Boy “I got your tete” and throwing it around…humor..and good times.