My uncle sent this to me…

WALK
NAKED IN CANADA DAY

Don’t forget to mark your calendars.

As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman
other than his wife naked and if he does, he must commit suicide. So next Saturday at 1 PM Eastern  Time,

all Canadian women are asked to walk out of their house completely
naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists.

Circling your block for one hour is recommended for
this anti-terrorist effort.


All patriotic men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their houses to demonstrate their support for the women and to prove that
they are not Muslim terrorist sympathizers.
Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your patriotism.

The Canadian government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity.

God bless Canada !

 

This is the final post in this series. If you’ve read the first 4 posts you might have been wondering why I’ve spent so much time writing about my step-son. This is, after all, a sex-blog and there really hasn’t been anything sexy going on. What, you might ask, is the point? 

I have found writing to be the most effective way (for me) to sort things out. Whether it’s conflicts with other people or within myself or trying to make sense of how I feel about something or understanding why I acted or reacted in a certain way…writing is what works for me.

 

Shortly after the pregnancy scare, Junior’s room mates both lost their jobs. Their EI benefits weren’t going to be enough to allow them to live in the manner to which they had become accustomed so they moved back home. Krayon was living close to where she worked and didn’t drive so she wasn’t going to move and Junior didn’t know of anyone he would want to live with. I have a feeling the landlord had some regrets with renting to three kids so it’s unlikely he would have allowed two new kids to move in.

 

♀ came to me to discuss what we should or could or would be willing to do. I knew where she was going and I admit that I was less than enthusiastic. I liked having ‘our’ space. I didn’t want to give up our office. I liked that her clothes started falling off the minute she walked through the door. I liked that except for a few hours a week when Mini came over I could be naked or pretty as the mood struck me. Yes Junior had matured, but he hadn’t been gone so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to live with him. In the end Mom called Son to say if he was really stuck he could move in with us for awhile. He said he didn’t want to do that. He’d figure something else out.  

 

He and I went out the following week. He only had a few days left to make new living arrangements or he’d have to pay another months rent. He really didn’t want to move back in with us (probably not a bad thing), but he was running out of time and options. I laid out the conditions. Sitting around playing video games and watching daytime TV wasn’t an option. He could live with us if he went back to school. He’d need to keep making payments on his loan and pay something towards room and board. He’d need to help out around the house. He’d need to treat us and our neighbours with respect. Our house was NOT going to be party-central.

 

He agreed to everything, but thought the school condition might be difficult. It was already late spring and it might be too late to get admitted anywhere for September. How would he pay for it? EI benefits are only paid if you’re looking for work. Going to school full-time would make him ineligible …what would he live on?

 

All valid concerns. First things first…what do you want to be when you grow up? (like I should talk, right?) He wanted to learn a trade and he was accepted into a trade school. He’d go to school for a year and that would count as the first year of a four year apprenticeship. After that he’d need to find a company willing to take him on as an apprentice. He qualified for a government program that would pay him a modest allowance (about 50% of EI) while he went to school, but they wouldn’t help with the cost of school. They told him to ask his parents for the money. He already owed us a lot of money, ♀ took about a 20% pay cut when she changed careers and my job is ending soon. We weren’t in a position to lend him any money, but we did co-sign a student loan for him.

 

So we moved things around and he moved in at the beginning of the summer. Maybe it was because he was moving into ‘our’ house rather than back to his old house or maybe it was the months picking up after his room-mates or maybe they just start to mature all on their own, but WOW what a difference. He was helpful and considerate. If ♀ or I needed help with something all we had to do was ask. He had a cheque for his loan on the 1st of every month and a cheque for room and board on the 15th. He often bought his own groceries. He often cooked for us (6 months of watching the Food Network was worth something). He’d let us know if he wasn’t going to be home and if he was coming home unexpectedly, he’d call first. We never had any complaints from neighbours. It really was amazing. I mean yes, it was a little cramped and no, none of us wanted it to be a long term arrangement, but it was so much better than what I had feared. He even took school seriously. He was at the very top of his class at the end of the first semester.

 

He and Krayon were obviously a full-time couple. I asked him about that one night. I reminded him of the conversations we’d had during the pregnancy scare. He told me that since he  had no disposable income he couldn’t really go out on dates and Krayon was actually paying for quite a bit of stuff…truck insurance, new shoes, sometimes beer….

I don’t know…he said a lot of it was financial, but from what I could see there was more to it. They really seemed to enjoy being with each other. After Christmas he was actually spending more time at her house than our house.

 

The Friday before Valentines Day he & Krayon came over. They had a 6-pack for me and a card for ♀…”Congratulations, you’re going to be Grandparents!” I went crazy. Shocked, angry, disappointed, dumbfounded. Krayon was proud of the fact that she (unlike any of her sisters) had managed to finish high school first. I was right over the top. I’m not even sure of all that I said. ♀ asked how far along she was. They thought about 5 months, but they only found out for certain a couple of weeks before. I remember yelling, 5 months! How the fuck could you not know until now? I don’t remember much after that. I do know that my outburst rattled them so badly that it took them a week to get up the courage to tell her parents.

 

It took a couple of  weeks before he and I got together again. I apologized for how I reacted. I told him I assumed that after the last time they’d have been super careful. He said they were being careful, but they went camping  just before school started and faithfully using condoms when drunk doesn’t always work out. He said up until this month she was still getting her period so they really didn’t know. I told him a big part of my reaction probably had a lot to do with my general ambivalence towards having babies. I noticed for the first time that he didn’t look nearly as stressed as the last time. He said he felt more in control now. He’s doing well in school, he feels like he has some direction. He thinks he’ll be able to get a job. He’s nervous, but excited. He told me they were going to get a place of their own right away. I was worried that it was because of my outburst, but he said no, they wanted a place of their own.

 

 

So we got our office back. That’s nice. Krayon is due in about 5 weeks. She’s still rail-thin with a big belly. Oh, and boobs. Junior thinks that’s pretty sweet. He dotes on her..makes sure she’s eating what she’s suppose to, not lifting anything. His hands are never far from her belly. ♀ gets kinda misty-eyed about it. She missed out on all that. Krayon goes on maternity leave in a week and even though Junior will finish at the top of his class still doesn’t have a job lined up. That’s a worry. Not just for them, but for us as well. The two soon-to-be-grandmas have become fast friends. They threw a baby shower a couple of weeks ago and have been spending lots of happy time together. I think even if they don’t make it as a couple we’ll still get to be part of the baby’s life. I worry of course because that’s what I do.

 

Believe it or not I’m not nearly as upset about becoming a granny-fucker as I thought I would.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly after graduation Junior landed a job with a company that had a Public Works contract (aka lucrative Government mega-project). This company was formed for the sole purpose of doing one specific part of the project. So Junior knew once the job was done the company would be dissolved and he’d be unemployed, but it didn’t matter because they were paying an insane amount of money…even to unskilled manual labourers.

 

He decided to move out on his own. Krayon wanted the two of them to get a place, but Junior had other plans. He and two friends (brothers) rented a house. ♀ & I sold the townhouse and bought a nice 2 bedroom condo in an adults only building (the 2nd bedroom became our office). We took out a line-of-credit when we did the financing for our new home and lent Junior the money to buy a truck. He intended to pay it all back before his job ended.  ♀ & I thought that was probably a little optimistic. We didn’t tell him so, but our theory was as long as he had most of it paid off carrying a little extra debt wouldn’t be to bad.

 

After he moved out, Junior and I started getting together every week or two for dinner. We’d pick a night when his mom was working or at school and the two of us would hang out for a couple of hours. Being a parent is never easy. Doing the step-dad thing (starting with a 13 yr old) is even tougher and you never really know for certain where you stand. Once he was out on his own he could have pretty much avoided me altogether. I’m having a hard time expressing how pleased I was that we got through the teen years and we still wanted to see each other. Really fucking proud comes to mind. We’d talk about, whatever and  I felt like we were becoming much closer than when he lived with us. Krayon’s name came up sometimes, but so did lots of other girls. I didn’t get the impression that their relationship had become any less volatile.

 

Junior had the big pay-cheque for about a year before the job ended. Everyone in Canada pays into Employment Insurance (EI) and if when you lose your job you can collect EI benefits. It pays approximately 50% of what you had been earning for up to one year while you are actively seeking re-employment. The problem Junior had was that 50% of what he had been earning was still more than what any company without a Public Works contract would pay unskilled labour. So not working netted him more money than working and he settled into video games and the Food Network. Since I can (vaguely) remember being young and partying hard, I wasn’t to surprised that he never made more than the minimum payments on his loan and when his job ended he still owed us a lot of money. To his credit he never missed any payments even after his ‘wages’ were cut in half. 

 

Junior & I still did the dinner thing on a regular basis. I remember a lot of our conversations being about what pigs his room-mates were. Since they were working and he wasn’t, he was getting stuck with most of the domestic duties and he thought it sucked. He was amazed that his mom & I put up with picking up after him as long as we did.

 

During one of these dinners Junior mentioned that Barbie had shown up unexpectedly at his house. Barbie was one of the only girls besides Krayon who was around often enough for me to remember her name. ♀ & I didn’t like her much. “Young-dumb-and-full-of-cum’ pretty much sums her up, but from what I can recall she was Krayon’s only serious challenger. For awhile he’d bring one or the other to family get-togethers and when relatives would ask which one he was bringing I would tell them the wrong one. Yes I’m a jerk, but it amused me to see him squirm.  They both came to his dad’s wake, but that’s another story.

 

Anyway, Barbie showed up for a booty call and ended up spending the weekend. Junior said he’d almost forgotten how great it is to be with a girl who really likes to fuck. I was surprised. Doesn’t Krayon..?

No, not so much.

Then why..?

I Don’t know. Just easy, I guess. But after last weekend, maybe I should re-evaluate things.

Does Krayon know that Barbie was over?

She found out by going through the text messages on my cell phone.

Pissed?

Very, but joke her if she can’t take a fuck.

 

Days later he called his mom and asked her to come over to his house. He really needed to talk to her. She told me that she had never seen him so stressed. It took a few false starts, but finally he told her that Krayon was pregnant. He hadn’t worked in months, had no prospects for a decent job, owed us money, wasn’t even certain he wanted to be with her and now this. ‘I am so fucked.’ Is what he told his mom.

 

He called his mom a few days later, worried about how I had taken the news. She suggested that he & Krayon come for a visit. I promised ♀ I wouldn’t get angry. When they showed up we tried to keep it light. We teased Junior about having a daughter and being totally wrapped. We suggested silly name possibilities, but something didn’t seem quite right. She didn’t know how far along she was. She hadn’t told her parents or any of her sisters. She was very vague about symptoms and what the doctor had said. There wasn’t an ultrasound booked yet.

 

Junior & I met for dinner the following week. He looked terrible. He still didn’t know what he would do for work. He still couldn’t answer any questions related to the actual pregnancy. He did admit that after the weekend with Barbie he’d been thinking maybe the relationship with Krayon had run it’s course, but now…

 

As I’m sure you know, I don’t have much of a filter so I just came right out and asked. ‘Are you sure she’s pregnant?’  There was a long pause before he admitted that thought had occurred to him, but then he decided that there was no way she would do that. There was no way she could be that fucked up.

 

He called me the very next day. Krayon had lost the baby.

Lost? How lost?  He wasn’t sure. All he knew was she wasn’t pregnant anymore.

 

He called his mom later and told her the doctor had said there was something wrong with the fetus and she needed to terminate.

 

The entire episode seemed fishy to me. Without having an ultra-sound, what (other than no heart beat) could a doctor determine that was serious enough to abort? Remember Krayon’s three older sisters who had all had babies in high school? Well, now they have a lot of babies. This is a family who loves babies. Even if Krayon had decided she didn’t want to keep the baby, one of her sisters would have taken it. I’m very pro-choice, but I just can’t imagine this girl choosing that as an option.

 

My personal opinion is she made the whole thing up when she found out he was with Barbie. I didn’t tell him that though. I did tell him that he’d dogged a bullet and hopefully he’d learned a lesson or two.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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