Anyone know where I could get shitstick?

We all have a “Shitstick” in our lives.

Let me elaborate(and maybe I don’t have to)

MY Shitstick(I have yet to drop the capitalization from the name - but could soon be forth coming) is my ex-husband married for 14 years / divorced 8 who absconded from every tid bit of lives responsibility and fatherdom.

This is my open letter to my, and all the worlds Shitsticks out there.(they could make a small country)

If after reading this you exclaim with a gasp “THAT’S NOT ME!” - um sorry buddy, it IS you. And it’s ok - you STILL have a capital “S” in front of your title - but that’s about all you have.


Dear Shitstick,

Thank you for not being there for our children. Thank you for being in town for days on end and not even so much as calling our darling boys. Thank you for not driving by the house to see our 6 year old sitting on the radiator watching, waiting, hoping and jumping up with every headlight he saw thinking it was you picking him up when you said you would.(mini over nighter case packed, school papers ready to show off, a snack JUST in case you didn’t have any and of course a favorite movie HE didn’t even like, but thought YOU would) Thank you. You have taught him patience in the hardest way possible, but to this day remains the most patient person I know.

Thank you Shitstick for not being there for the shots, doctors and dentists. Your AFTER words of “suck it up” have really taught them to hold tighter to the hands that caress their foreheads. Thank you. They have gained amazing strength and toned arms. What would they do with out you?!

Thank you for showing up for the graduations and tossing some money in their hats. Their cup overflowed but their emotional fund was bankrupt! Thank you for allowing them to learn how to find fulfilling things, great friends and kind words to fill that void. They are better for it.

And most of all thank you for ignoring their needs and wants. Placing yourself before them, making sure they completely understood that a dinner invite was to show them off to your family and friends. It has certainly taught them hands on how politicizing works. They will make GREAT public speakers and the bomb at being meeters and greeters. Or they could put it to good use and become movie star agents, work to make them GLAM regardless of the sham. Oh they would do so well!

Thank you for putting your hobbies before them. We have had some GREAT family dinners while you were out, close to home doing all the things you enjoy. We talked about you. They did wonder about you. And we laughed about you…..but mostly at you. You really taught them how to turn lemons to sugar. A good laugh after feeling pain. Certainly an ability they gained. From you.

The boy’s can thank you on their own. They may host a soiree, parade or hire a band in your honor. You have done more for them than you realize and certainly for ME! While you were making new families, kicking dirt on your path’s, sleeping til 3:00 and taking bath’s - they were talking to ME, sharing their thoughts. Talkin about school and the color of their yachts.

So, thank you Shitstick, thanks for not being there. Maybe if you were, I would not have had the opportunity to come to know two of the greatest young men in my life. Watch them, listen to them and learn from them. They have counseled me and taught me what you taught them. Trust the people that are there for you, learn from the people that are not and believe that true love is unconditional. They still love you Shitstick - you just don’t know it. Cause ya missed it. Again, like the time he played drums for the first time or the time he sang in front of his first crowd….you missed it. But I didn’t.

Again thank you. This is my open letter to YOU. All of you that still have a capital “S” in front of Shitstick. Feel good about that “S”!

It’s truly all you got.

But remember: ONE strike of a “cap lock”, a simple key stroke, even that big ole S can be taken away.

OK so poo poo on all the absconding fatherdom folk, dad ignorers and parental fugitives. I don’t feel bad for you. It’s a choice. And when you feel really shitty about being a Shitstick - DON’T! You are doing the right thing - they are still learning, growing and earning!

Keep telling yourself that.

GASP!

“That’s not me!”

Shitstick Quiz:
What is their favorite color?
Who is their best friend?
What hockey team do they adore?
What veggie makes them turn green?
Who was their last crush?
Their favorite meal would be?
Their favorite band is?
They hate what class?


Yeah - your “S” may have just shrunk.