For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child.
If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how would he know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her just simply mail him a post card, and write ‘Spagetti’ on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.
‘Honey,’ she said, ‘you received a very strange post card today.’
‘Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it later,’ he said.
The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.
On the card was written:
‘Spaggetti, Spaggetti, Spagetti, Spagetti, Spagetti. Three with meatballs two without. Send extra sauce.’
I woke up today with the idea I can be happy!
Then I start to listen to conversations, and phone calls and I wonder if I am in the Twilight Zone!
I start to think positive thoughts! It is not helping! My friend or I think she is my friend is in spych ward and calls me screaming and yelling she can’t take it anymore and starts dumping all her anger and furstration and her helplessness. After two hour of this onesided conversation ” got to go lunch is here!”.
My old friend or should I say ancient friend from scross the way walked over to tell me all about her abuse from her kids. Apperantly if her son went away for his birthday with his first family for the weekend is not a great thing in her book. Then he decides to celebrate with his current family (second devorce) on Tuesday over his mother’s house made her unhappy. When she heard he’s celebrating with his girlfriend on Thursday (today) she got all upset, hence me! She told me she needed someone to vent! She has everything, her children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, her home except her mind.
She doen’t remember happiness.
Than it leaves me. How can I be happy with all this turmoil around me?
I cannot to close the world out I need tbe connection.
For today I will strive to be happy!