Author Archives: David's Father

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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some lessons need to be learned…

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

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