emotional explosion
That’s pretty much what happen. Still crying. I’m trying to get a grip here. Look, if you dont want to read any farther I’ll understand. This is not pretty to say the least.
Some of you might remember that here while back I wrote about my son stealing from us. Not for the first time either. Well, after he left last time, he came back home. Well, today Brandy(hubby) told our son, you steal one more thing from us and you will go to jail. Not in a nasty voice or anything…just stating a fact. I dont blame him a bit, he lost a lot of stuff. So, as we were cleaning and stuff…I noticed JC in the kitchen, shoulders slumped, staring at the cabinet…asked him what was wrong. He said nothing and went into the bathroom. So, after a bit, I went in there and told him to finish his job of putting the dishes up…waiting and went back when he never came out. So, I thought maybe him and his girlfriend broke up. Nope he was mad at his dad. Still denying that he stole anything. Yet, we only have these problems when he is home. Anyway, the gist of it he told me he hated his dad and was packing up again. All this time, I was calm and matter of fact when I talked to him. While he was packing….I thought …he needs to know the truth. So, I went in there and told him. You know, everything we have done for him….from buying his first car when he was 18 to this last one that we bought last month….I didnt do it. I didnt want to. I felt he didnt deserve it. Yet, I let Brandy talk me into it. I wasnt happy one bit. That kid put me though 4 years of hell…why would I want to do something like that. It was all his dad’s doing…the very one he says he hates. So, I let him push my buttons–he told me this is a house, but never a home and that really hurt. After all the things we’ve done and all the love we’ve shown him….from saying I love you, to helping him through hard times….that is what I get. That made me mad…I exploded….I told him all the things I felt and thought and never said cause I didnt want to hurt his feelings. The gloves came off. After I was done, I told him to do whatever he felt he needed to do….it was done. Then, I ran outside and cried my broken heart like i’m doing now. I’m so tired of crying over him-our son. He’s just gonna have to hate his father if he wants to. He can blame me…whatever. I’m tired of the drama, and I’m tired of getting kicked in the teeth every time we try to help him. Nothing seems to be sacred to our son. Whatever happens, by god, we have tried our damnest to raise him with love and to be good parents…thats not enough, I dont know what to tell him. Its time for him to grow up. If he doesnt concider this a home, then he doesnt need to be here…he’s just using us because he has no where else to go. He didnt grow up like I did, and he didnt grow up like his dad either….we have tried to make a good life for all of us. I guess thats not good enough for him. So be it. So, now its time to get these tears under control. I’m hurt, but I’ll be ok. There is nothing like a child to break your heart.
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