the depression card.
yes, that has to get played every time (swallows sertraline tablet).
fuckin' hell, when are people going to stop wringing their hands and accept some goddamned personal responsibility for hteir actions?
SIL, she's wrecked her life and lost her kids and still refuses to step up to the plate.
'oh, poor thing' 'oh, she's had it hard' 'oh, blah blah blah blah'.
no, it's not easy to do much of anything when you're depressed.
black dog? yeah, BIG HUGE shaggy black dog.
'oh, but you're so 'lucky' to be able to cope.'
no, see, when you have kids, that's not a choice anymore.
you went and had them. you decided to keep them.
now you do your fucking job to the best of your abilities or don't cry foul when you refuse to help yourself and fail those kids because it was easier on you just to throw up your hands and use depression/poverty/bad upbringing, etc. as an excuse to be lazy and blame the government, Jamie Oliver, supermarkets, schools, etc. for all your damn problems.
and i'm not talking about benefits or scroungers or whatever because to be quite frank i don't give a flying fuck if people are on them as long as it's a legit claim.
but i'm here to tell you folks, i come from a place where there isn't much of a welfare system at all, so using the 'it sucks being on benefits, therefore i feed my kids shite' is the biggest excuse for laziness i have ever come across.
or the northerner excuse (whatever the fuck that is). or depression. or even some disabilities.
'oh, just because you did it doesn't mean everyone can.'
yeah, i guess that's true.
because some folks just can't be fucking arsed.
and that's why i don't think JO is a twat, but i think he's spitting in the wind sometimes.