Megan is banished!

Megan has been banished from this house.

A dear friend of mine named Ed is a new widower. His wife, sweet Bonnie, died August 2. She is in Heaven with Jesus having trusted in Him as her Saviour while still alive on Earth. They lived right under my place in the lower front apartment.

Within a couple of weeks after the funeral, poor Ed, in shock and sadness, having known Megan (as did Bonnie) seemed to want to cling to her. She'd been over often to see them with her girls, with her Mom etc. I don't believe Bonnie liked her as Bonnie was very street wise. But she was very hospitable and kind.

Why Ed seemed attracted to Megan like a magnet is beyond me. I do know he loves kids, in the RIGHT way and his heart goes out to them. We tried to warn him, but he went full speed ahead with Megan almost all the time. He either stayed in her Mom's trailer (with 6 people [including Mom] Megan, her 2 daughters, Megan's friend Jen and Megan's brother who is with Jen now); or had Megan back here either with or without the children.

Though there was no intimate relationship, they did stay in the same bed in either location with or without one of the little girls with them.

And then she started to pull her tricks as the hard working con artist. Some of his pills started disappearing. She's been stealing her Mom's pills for a long time. She encouraged Ed to do more, while pretending to be shocked when he was high.

Hang on . . I'll get to the point.

During that time, one day she stopped here and came up on my porch. She informed me that her friend Jen, who was moving out from her Mom's place (2 houses down), would be dropped off here after work and Megan would be coming here to pick her up. I thought to myself, 'Oh no, that's not going to happen.'

I asked Megan to come inside and let her know that my home would not become a bus stop. Today was fine but no more. She tried to push it saying, "But that's where she can be dropped off." I said, "No, I'm sure in this village of ours, this place is not the ONLY one where you can pick her up." I was nice and polite and even said I was sorry I had to put my foot down, but I did not want all that company everyday. Then Megan, realizing she lost, turned on her fake charm and said, "Oh Ma, I've been waiting for you to stand up for yourself." Yeah? 'Well, you got what you wanted,' I thought to myself just about gagging on her phoniness.

Most of the kids (now in their 20's) who have spent some time here in my home through the last few years call me Ma. I only wished she wouldn't.

Now here's the kicker. A few days later, Tania, my son's fiance (who lives behind me in the upper rear apt.) came out on the porch and she was furious. She has an 11 year old daughter Angel from her previous marriage. I asked what was wrong.

Angel, though having been told by Megan not to say anything, mentioned to her Mom that Megan had told her something and she didn't understand it. Of course Tania was all ears. Megan had told this 11 year old girl that she was mad at her x-husband because he had broken up her relationship with a girl she loved so much. And she told Angel she was bi-sexual. This bi-sexual pervert was trolling.

Megan is over the top with affection and 'caring'. She had befriended Angel and if before this we warned Angel to be careful around Megan, Angel would get very defensive about Megan.

Well, that's over. It became obvious that Megan had stolen some needed meds from Ed (who has lymphodema) including a whole bottle of one of them. And between that and what she dared say to an 11 year old . . earned her permanent banishment from here.

I truly hope she finds the error of her way . . I've witnessed to her a few times. But she's NOT coming near my Granddaughter ever again!

Additional comment: Megan managed to come back one day about 3 weeks ago. And she knew we are mad at her. She was downstairs when Ed came home from an ER visit. We didn't know. Ed came up here and let me know Megan was downstairs, but it wasn't at his invite. I got word to Tania. She flew through my apartment (shortcut to the front stairs) and down to Eds. She kicked Megan out reminding her she is forbidden to come here. Megan pretended to not know what she was talking about and claimed Angel misunderstood. That Angel had overheard a phone conversation. Lying Megan at her best . . Tania told her "I don't care how she heard it, get out now!" Another person there said, "I'll take you home Megan." And they left. Oh I wish I'd been down there.

Lil' Lady - Different from other young ladies

I have known Lil' Lady for a few years now. I can't give her name because she wants to be anonymous. And I understand that. She is very very bright. I have liked her from Day 1.

She was born after her brother, and they lived with their parents. Then when she was around 10 or 11, her Dad found out his wife was cheating on him when he came home one day early. This led to a messy divorce. Lil' Lady stayed with Mom and the brother went with the Dad.

Then her Mother remarried. And the man she married was a child molester who tried to get Lil' Lady to watch porn. She resisted and ultimately flew to her Dad's home. I don't mean by plane. She fled her Mom's home. She went back and forth until finally she had to leave her Mom's home for good via court and counselling.

I remember her tears at being torn apart inside.

For the last year plus I haven't heard from her very much and had seen her even less than that. An occasional email, which always brightened my day; or that very rare stop by to say 'Hello, Ma!" That's what the kids called me. Only occasionally did one or two address me the proper manners way by "Mrs." and my last name.

Lil' Lady settled in with Dad. But she also had to settle in with his live-in girlfriend and her daughter. And wouldn't you know it! She even had to share the same name of the girlfriend's daughter.

Her Dad and his girlfriend had two children together, both girls. There was no love between the Dad and his girlfriend. I was at their house often enough to get the drift and hear stories from Lil' Lady, and the girlfriend's daughter.

Lil' Lady, with an occasional slump (understandably) did well in High School. She earned her Diploma. She finally found a young man she stuck with for almost 3 years. The kids called him Harry Potter because he looks like the image from the movies and books. And they are right. Lil' Lady and Harry broke up a few weeks ago.

And a few months ago her Dad kicked out his girlfriend but was awarded custody of their two little girls. (I believe one is 5 and the other 8 now . . )

About 3 weeks ago, I was back here on the computer. Which is exactly what this room is made for . .

There was a slightly timid knock and I yelled, "Come in!" but the person didn't hear me so I walked to the door and opened it to see a sad Lil' Lady and her asking, "Hi, Ma. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much, but can I come in?"

My heart just melted. Of course she could come in. She will always be welcomed here. I've been wanting to talk to her for ages.

She's almost 19, working and making plans to go to the local Community College. What does her Dad do? He picked a fight and kicked her out of the house. He was complaining about her taking pills . . which she used to do but hasn't in quite a while. She's realized the error of doing that.

So she grabbed what she could and where does she head? Praise the Lord she comes here. I have nothing fancy here. A mishmash of furniture, sometimes more that a hint of being a messy; 2 gorgeous cats, a TV and a PC. That's about it.

I asked her if she'd mind coming in the back. I was at the computer, but she could sit and we'd talk. And we did. She looked just awful. She has these, uh, well, black rectangular shaped glasses which make her look very prim and proper.

She called her Aunt to see if she could stay there. She knows she can stay here, but I let them make their own decisions and I give my input. So that's what she did. Her Aunt picked her up down by her Dad's home.

Just as she was relaxing at her Aunt's home and starting to settle down emotionally, a few days later the Police show up at the door. Her Dad had called a Doctor, shared his concerns about her and arranged for an involuntary drug test for her. This poor girl had to sit in the back of the Police Car, in front of neighbours. And she had done nothing wrong!

Her Dad is so into himself that he doesn't keep up with what she's doing, has done and has quit doing. The hospital ran tests and she tested CLEAN! I couldn't have been more pleased.

She called me from the hospital. She was in tears. She talked to my son who readily said, "Yes. I'll be right there." to her question, "I'm sorry Paul. I have no ride. Could you come and pick me up?"

He drove her to her Aunt's home. She lives in a little town about 10 minutes from here.

Lil' Lady is back home now. She surprised me one day. As we talked she told me. I reacted, "You're what???" Yes. He has told her he has Cancer. Some kind of tumour behind his eye. But he's having Chemo.

My neighbours (downstairs) have a Granddaughter who is Lil' Lady's cousin, her Dad's niece. And they don't trust her Uncle much either. And they question whether he really has Cancer. I was shocked, but they have more insight into that family than I do.

But I don't know. I have asked Lil' Lady where he's getting the Chemo. Twice she's told me she doesn't know. I find that difficult to understand. Her Dad won't tell her? But that's another story . . it's still playing out.

A few days ago she was heading out with my son to two mutual friend's home. But we had time to sit and gab.

She is just amazed that so many of her friends are having babies. She is absolutely determined she is not going to have children yet. She has goals and said if she wants to be around a baby, all she has to do is visit one of her friends.

She said, "Maybe I'm weird . ." I wouldn't let her continue. She's normal! That is exactly how she should feel. She even shook her head over how many guys these friend's had slept with. Though now it's not slept with . . they have sex and they go their separate ways.

I looked at her and I told her what I've been thinking for quite a while. That while I so regretted all these girls getting pregnant, knowing that the overwhelming majority would not be getting married, that I was, at the same time, relieved they weren't having abortions.

Was I right about the girls realizing exactly what abortion is . . the murder of an unborn child? She emphatically said, "Oh, you bet! I would never have an abortion!" I smile and asked, "Is that what girls think today around here?" "Yes!" That made me smile.

That and she added later on in our conversation the D.A.R.E. program has been ended in the local school system. I said, "WHAT???" I had been saying for ages that all D.A.R.E. did was teach kids exact how to use drugs, what the effects to expect. and what was used with them . . the paraphernalia.

I almost jumped out of my seat. "NO MORE D.A.R.E.?" AWESOME!!

She told me she learned everything she knows about drugs, from that program, since the 5th Grade. Wasn't D.A.R.E. great??

This has been a great last few weeks. My son and Lil' Lady are good friends and it's nice for all of us to be reunited again.

One Girl At A Time: Megan

Written on: June 20, 2007

When it seemed that the Ministry the Lord gave me was ending . . oh was I wrong! The Boy's Club is not as active. Most are getting on with their lives, one way or another. Then the girls started arriving. Each one has had to face difficulties and gone through rebellion . .

I am fascinated by biographies or autobiographies. And here the Lord is bring people right in my home to help, listen to or guide them.

~Megan~

She is married to an active Marine. But he is not holding up the standards for being a Marine and a husband. She takes care of their two daughters while he is down South, living with a married woman. All this is due to come to an end.

Megan had hoped for a reunion. Roughly 16 months ago her husband was up for a visit. That is why they now have two daughters. Toni is 2 and Kaylyn is almost 7 mos. old. Sadly, when Dad went back down South so did his concerns.

Megan finally contacted his Captain (or whatever title) and laid out her complaints. The final blow was when just a few weeks ago her husband refused to send her money to get their two year old medicines she needed. Megan had put up with a lot, but this was the final straw.

Her husband has to move back on base and live in the barracks. Money from his income will automatically go to Megan and the girls. It's not much, but it's better than not knowing if you get any and no more begging. If he didn't agree to it, he'd be thrown in the Brig. And she'd still get the money.

About two years ago, I started to get to know Megan better. She was toying with being a lesbian. And when she and her 'friend' came here and I saw the snuggling, I went into another room with my son. I made it clear, in no uncertain terms, she was to STOP that here in my home, or leave! If he didn't say anything, I would. "No Mom. I'll say something." He knew I was serious.

I'm not sure if she got married before or just after she found out she was pregnant. (This ties in with my first blog . . abortion was not an option.) I held Toni (Antoinette) when she was a mere two weeks old . . if that.

My son has such a distinct father instinct. He just loves kids. He wasn't too sure at first about holding Toni. But now, Toni just loves her 'Uncle Paulie'. And Toni broke him in. There was no problem holding Kaylyn. My son drove Megan to the hospital when she went into labour.

Megan stayed here recently for about a month. I won't go into the why for now. But for reasons beyond her control, her Mom and they had to move out from where they were living. Grandma & Toni moved in with Grandma's parents. Megan, who had a boyfriend, moved into his Mom's home with the baby. And both residences are trailers. It is a nice looking park though.

This was how we gained a Guinea Pig named "Baby". He belonged to her Mom. But her Mom had nowhere for him to live now and desperately needed a home. My initial reaction was no. But my son begged me. I had no idea how much he loved him. And now he's officially part of our family. And he and the cats get along just fine.

One night Megan called. He had grabbed Kaylyn out of the car very roughly. And Megan got very upset. Her boyfriend, in his Mom's presence hit her while she was holding the baby. There was pushing and shoving and when she tried to call the Police, on HER PHONE, his Mom grabbed the phone out of her hand by her ear and hurt her. They called the Police.

My son and our friend Ed downstairs flew over to help in any way they could. When they got there, the Police were there already. Long story short . . yeah like I do that. LOL She came back here. The next day she went to the Police Station and filed a report. She showed them her bruises. She has a Restraining Order active on him.

I had to lay down some rules. I am disabled and in no condition to take care of children. I was not going to be a babysitter. We had some rough patches. She didn't like it when I woke her to take care of her baby.

And one night, unknown to me, she fell asleep on the porch . . . .

I found out because some noise woke me. She had switched kids and her 2 year old was here. I got up and opened the door of her room. There was Toni with Buddy, our sweet new addition to our cat family. She started to get up, but I quietly told her to stay there. I would get her Mom.

I couldn't find her and I started to panic. I opened my front door and called out and no answer. I came back in and looked around. No Megan . . Finally I went out into the front hall and carefully, so as not to fall down, made my way to our porch. (We live upstairs.)

She was sleeping in a chair with her phone in her hands. It took some doing, but I finally woke her up and made her stand up. Of course she had to have that cigarette, but then she came in and went in to the room with her daughter.

That child was awake at 2 a.m. Praise the Lord I woke up. At that age, a two year old can get very inquisitive. She knows how to open the door and she could have walked right out.

Another time she had a candle lit in her room. And she was falling asleep. She fought my request to blow it out. "I can't see the baby." Before someone bought her a nice bed (like a playpen kinda) for Kaylyn, Kaylyn was sharing the bed with Mom. (This wasn't the first time.) I said, "You don't need to see her. It's a fire hazard. Turn on the light." The overhead light in that room is a dull light. Finally she said, "Fine!" And she blew it out. Another night I was looking for her . . .I never slept a sound night. She was in the hall, in a chair, wrapped in a blanket. In her hand was a cigarette which had thankfully gone out. I just about flipped. She came in the house after a cigarette and went to bed.

What has happened to common sense?

I had to have a sit down with her. One morning, I was up before them. I had been on the porch enjoying the very warm morning. When I came back in, I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I heard them get up. Megan put the baby in the walker and said, "Ma, I'm going on the porch for a cigarette." I said, "Take her with you. It's beautiful out there. She can't move the walker yet." "But I'm just having a cigarette." I said, "Megan, take her out. Let her have some fresh morning air too." "FINE! I'll take her." she pouted and the baby enjoyed the morning air with her Mom.

I finally had a chance to let her know how upset she'd made me. She apologized and never gave me an ounce.

And at the time my son had a job that started at 6 a.m. So he had to get to sleep early and up early . . around 4:45 a.m. He has slept on the couch for months, ever since he stretched 3 or 4 ligaments in his left leg. Sometimes she'd be gone for a couple of days (staying with her Mom) and arrive back here around 11 p.m. My son would just be falling asleep and in she'd arrive barking orders to him to help her. He finally had to tell her to stop bugging him. He needed to sleep.

Recently, when she was gone, I did call her. I wanted to know if she was coming back that night. And if she was, come early so as to let Paul fall asleep later. He'd had a very difficult day and needed uninterrupted sleep. She let me know she was coming back the next day. She didn't.

If I sound like a meanie, I'm really not. When my son was 10 weeks old his Dad, my husband, died very much unexpectedly. There I was, at the age of 36 with total care of the baby on my shoulders. This was my one and only offspring.

I do know what it's like to be a Mom 24/7. I haven't a single complaint. It wasn't easy. It was hard many times. And I had very little relief. But God had given him to me and I took the job seriously and lovingly. And with HIM to guide me . . I now look back and wonder at how fast the 24 years has passed.

Up until living with us . . she was pretty much able to leave the kids with her Mom and have quite a bit of free time. I was not going to take up the slack. I couldn't take it up. Physically, I can't hold anything upwards of 15-20 pounds very long. I can't walk very well. So all I could offer was shelter and food.

And that is what she got. I love her dearly. I love her kids. I also love my privacy. But when they were here . . I didn't have as much. But I could live with that. She hadn't been here for just over a week recently. I'm not responsible for what she does. She doesn't have to call and explain to me. But just 4 days ago, last Saturday she showed up with Toni in tow. Toni gives hugs and kisses. She was moving out. Okay, no problem.

She and her Mom have an apartment they hope. I hope so too. I can understand Megan living with her Mom . . but I know it has to be very rough for her Mom, a few years younger than me, living with her parents after all this time.

Megan is a very friendly and loving individual. She would do everything in the world for you. And that's wonderful. But she so needs some steadiness in her life. She needs to focus on her family. Because of the wicked world we live in, she finds herself with two totally dependent youngsters. She doesn't want to hear about Jesus yet. But maybe someday, before it's too late.

All this turmoil and how old is Megan?

She is only 19!