No More Gifts for Ingrates!

It’s infuriating—a wake-up call that serves as a warning to anyone in a similar position: confront these issues early, before you end up like me, stuck and practically powerless to stop it.

Now, like clockwork, the holidays roll around, and with them comes an insatiable appetite for generosity that my family has completely misinterpreted. Black Friday, Small Business Saturday then, Cyber Monday hits, and I end up splurging so much that it makes me want to up and disappear! I can't even enjoy my house in peace on my only day off yet, I’m expected to keep this ridiculous cycle going, as if my wallet is an ATM. It’s infuriating!

My generosity isn’t an open invitation for everyone to pounce on my finances without a second thought. I can barely wrap my mind around the realization that my wife’s materialism has seeped into our daughters’ lives like toxic poison. Too late, I uncovered the truth about her values, and now I see those same shallow ideals reflected in our children. It infuriates me to witness the emphasis they place on possessions and appearances, traits I strongly dislike.

The very essence of who I hoped they would become is being eclipsed by this insidious influence. It sickens me to acknowledge that they are developing into women molded by this superficiality, and I refuse to shoulder this burden alone! I know I am not to blame for their troubling personalities! My wife has orchestrated this disheartening unfolding, and it leaves me boiling with anger because I can see the legacy of her lack of depth take shape in my daughters.

The strain of feeling obligated to provide continually for these types of women is overwhelming, and I’m done playing the role of supplying my ungrateful family with disposable income. I'm telling you; such disappointment fills my heart as I reflect on the way my wife has shaped our daughter's values. I am not one to shy away from taking responsibility, but in this case, I cannot be held accountable for their tendencies.

As a father, it's a duty to provide but yet I feel helpless and frustrated that I couldn't protect my daughters from this unfavorable influence. I can't help but blame my wife for their shallow personalities, as she was the primary figure in their

The fact that my daughters have adopted this materialistic mindset is a stark reminder of the importance of the company we keep. It is a painful lesson learned too late, and one that I hope others can learn from as well.

lives while I

worked 60-hour weeks for over 20 years. At times, they all "forget about" my birthday, Father's Day and on Christmas, I'm lucky if I get an actual conversation out of one of them! Evidently, I entrusted the wrong woman to have a family with. So, now what?!

This is LONG OVERDUE, and I have a hunch that this could be the start of a new regime!