Author Archives: David's Father

Caviar dreams on a food stamp budget

We live pretty frugally.  We don’t get food assistance, other than the bi-monthly visit from the food pantry. We don’t purchase name brand products. Yet, David has this sense of self-entitlement that just blows me away. He says we don’t want him. He says we don’t love him. If we didn’t, if we don’t, then what in the hell are we fighting for? He claims to have friends all over town who are “giving him cash so he can go to Cenex and get food.” So, since I don’t know who he is stealing from, I warned the driver that takes him to school not to leave anything valuable in front of David, or where he could get at it. David repeatedly reminds us that we don’t trust him.  He dearly wants us to trust him.  How can I?  How can we? Today I found a wad of cash in

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He gave away my lawnmower.

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

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every day. a struggle

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. 

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