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yup.
2015-02-25 @ 11:45 a.m.
so little A has been grounded, of course, after this fucking report card shit. so annoying, because you know, that means that i am the one who has to be stuck sitting with him all weekend. boy had to work ALL weekend, and fucking satan is a useless piece of garbage as you already know and would be like, "cool, you're grounded? let's go to an indoor water park and then out to dinner, then you can slap me in the face and loudly call me a 'faggot' in front of a cashier while i pay for your food."* part of his new program in school is that the teacher is going to text boy little A's homework every night, as well as initial his little planner where he writes it down to make sure it's written down correctly (this was also a big part of his game - he would only write some assignments down, or write it so illegibly that he'd say like, ah oh man i can't read it and i don't remember what she said). everything went great last week. it always does the first week. then he starts thinking, okay. it's been a week. not only will my dad totally give in and un-ground me early, but he will also completely forget about all of my really poorly executed methods of homework evasion and not notice that i, in fact, have not done my homework tonight. he does this literally every single time, and usually gets away with it because satan's weekend with him eventually comes up, and then she'll suddenly need to come to pick him up in the middle of the week, too, and then the whole routine and everything gets all disrupted and we're back to the same old shit. this time around, though, boy told both of them that little A is not going over there until HE says so. enough is enough. i am so happy he put his foot down. he has had this very real fear of satan freaking out and trying to take him back to court for custody and all that, but her record of offenses - all of them recent - with documentation, combined with her complete lack of solid grounds on which to pursue this, leave boy feeling pretty confident that it's not going to happen. and then on top of all of that, she'll need to actually like, do something. like, pick up a phone and call a lawyer. that's way too hard, and i don't think her parents will be willing to go all-in this time around. so we know we have at least a solid month here of uninterrupted routine and discipline, which is excellent. so last night, boy comes home, and like i said it's been a week, so little A is like yo, i remembered to do MOST of my chores today, and i did my homework, so maybe like can i be ungrounded? so of course boy says, let me actually check your homework then, and OF COURSE it's not done, and suddenly it's oh, i did the wrong page, oh, i didn't understand what this meant, oh, the teacher never even taught us this stuff. she just gave us this completely random page to do. so boy is like goddamn it man, why do you keep doing this!? seriously!??? like why do you think that you don't need to do what people tell you to do? so then boy very wisely poses the question, when you have a son, do you think you'll be mad when he looks right into your eyes and lies to you? and doesn't do anything that you ask him to? how would that make you feel? and i think for a split second little A was like, wow, that is pretty shitty actually, yeah. and they're going back and forth about respect, and little A says something about how he doesn't respect his mother at all, and boy asks why, and he says that he's not scared of her at all. and boy is like, why are you scared of me?? i have never hit you once in your life, but your mom beats on you all the time! i'm so confused! and little A says, after a long time, well, my mom says you used to beat her up all the time. and boy is like ...... what else did she say? and little A says that she told him that boy just used to fight her all the time, would throw stuff at her, break her stuff, and broke her arms and legs, and then tried to kidnap little A. and boy is just like ................... seriously??? because all of those are things that she used to do to him! that is why he left her! they did have a physical fight in which a bone was broken as a result of her stumbling, but the cops were called on HER. and she's never even had a broken leg in her life! so boy is like wow dude, has she always told you this? and he said yeah, ever since he was little. this fucking bitch! WHY is she such a horrible person! i can never understand people who completely fabricate serious things like this. and then to go even further and tell a child these things to try to alienate him from his father. why? so anyway, they talked for a really long time and we all concluded (even little A agreed, once boy explained what a therapist does) that this kid really does need to go to a therapist. because he says that he has nightmares all the time of his dad beating his mom up and trying to break his bones. i just ..... i don't even know how this woman can live with herself. so yeah, all that. what the fuck. that's what's going on here. i didn't even want to add to the negativity, so i didn't bother to tell boy that this is the exact kind of shit that my mom used to do to us. she told us so many terrible lies about my dad when she was the one who cheated on him, left him, then took him for all he was worth in the divorce and laughed about it at every chance she got. you can ask anyone who knows her about the story where she sold my dad's prized possession, a collector's item that was near and dear to his heart, into which many, many man hours of physical labor had been poured. for my entire life, my dad was so hurt by this, because he knew she only did it out of spite. she didn't have to do it. and my mom, for my entire life, always told that story like my dad was the biggest joke, and she got the last laugh. she brought it up all the time. the punchline was that she received barely half of its true value, but she didn't even care. boy already has a hard enough time liking my mom. i don't need to give him any more reasons not to. there's really nothing to be gained from him learning her true nature, so let's just let those dogs lie. * fun fact: this really happened a summer or two ago! |