the good ole days?

Parents that raised their own children.
Parents that took responsibility for those children.
Don't get me wrong, I love my grand daughter with everything in my being and soul, I'll go to war for her and I have. I have the lawyer bills to prove it.
But I raised my children, my baby is 26, I thought I was done.
I'm retired, raising a 10 year old costs more than just money. Try explaining to a 10 year old that her mother is more worried about a drug than she is about her. That her biological father just doesn't care. That the only reason he pays child support is to keep out of jail. If that threat wasn't hanging over him he wouldn't do that.
But, on the bright side, my grand daughter plays outside. She has a bike, she has her American Girl dolls, but there isn't a video game anywhere in my house. She's spoiled to death, but I won't let her go the same path as her mother. It's sad that I am grateful that my ex-wife is dead, if only to keep my grand daughter from being influenced by the poison she was.
I know one thing for sure, my grand daughter won't get to grow up in the America that I grew up in.
I miss that America.