and saw many people that we’ve not seen over the past year and a half. We believe that when children are around you only take them to family oriented restaurants.
If you’ve ever visited rural Wisconsin you know that most of the restaurants are mostly taverns with a dining room. It is expected that you walk in, have a drink, order food, then sit and eat. (And yes, I had one bloody mary with two (not one) pickled brussle sprouts). Hubby and I are not willing to take the kiddo’s there, we’d rather take them to Chucky Cheese’s.
So we’re around people we’ve not seen and hear the questions we’ve been dreading and avoiding. “We haven’t seen you in forever, where’ve you been?”, “How are the kids?”, “Did the adoption go through?”. (yes adoption… counties and social services flat out lie to get what they want, and for us it was to give a home for an extended period of time, longer than usual, so they brought in state workers and had us fill out all of the forms)
How may I ask you am I suppose to answer these well intended questions? My gut says to tell them, “None of your dern business.” But I don’t… I respond, “It’s nice to see you too.”, “Kids are doing well.”, “No, it’s not happening and I cannot discuss the intricate details.” or, if they’re persistant, “It’s such a long story, I’d not want to bore you with it as we’re here to have a great time.”
Ugh….
