I opened my garage today, to air up a tire on mom’s cruiser. Imagine my surprise when I discovered my lawnmower was missing. Yesterday, David had talked about how the neighbor’s lawn mower didn’t cut grass very well. He told mom that the neighbor had a mower that looked a lot like ours. Mom’s wedding ring has disappeared. Random cash has gone missing, and we don’t know what else. To my mom and dad. All those times that I stole from you, I am sorry. I had no idea how you felt. apologies 25 years after aren’t much use, but please… accept my sincere apologies. Cousins. You let me stay in your apartment when I was passing through your town. I stole a number of cassette tapes from you as well. I make no excuses. Please accept my apologies. I can’t make it right, but I can apologize. Brother. Those
I am exhausted. Mentally. he will push until I respond. when I refuse to acknowledge him, he pushes harder. When I snap and yell at him, he is happy. Then he says, why are you yelling? You shouldn’t yell like that dad, it’s not healthy. So I tell him to sit and eat. No. Not hungry. So I go to put his dishes in the sink, so I can wash them, since I am doing dishes anyway. Now he is hungry. If I move in any direction where he might be, he acts as if I am going to chase him. If I am close to him, he acts like I am going to hit him. You would think, I beat him severely. I don’t. Quite frankly, I don’t think that it would make any difference if I did. It’s sad, I sit here with my headphones on, music on.
Some lessons need to be learned the hard way I guess. At breakfast David was in his usual mood. I always get irritated when the he puts an empty cereal container back in the cupboard. I told him that it bugs me. “But dad, there is cereal still in there!” he said. So I shook the container. There was cereal alright. Four or five pieces. “That reminds me, another boy bought me a sausage and egg sandwich yesterday morning for breakfast. I’ll have to eat that on the way to school.” David stated. I replied, “no, that is not a good idea, and you will get sick.” David argues, “But dad, it was still wrapped.” So mom and I both explained about food poisoning. I don’t think he listened. As I signed his daily report card, with him watching, we again extolled the concept that food, wrapped or not, that