Been a rough couple of days here. I'm trying to work through it but I'm unable to. We had this bond that I felt was a strong connection. Strong enough to keep him out of trouble. Strong enough to get him to think about consequences before making bad choices. I was supposed to be that voice of common sense residing in the back of his head that kicked him whenever he was about to do something foolish. But he said I was "not his parent" and said he was "done with me". What does a teen have anything to be done with someone for? I don't understand any of this. And it hurts so bad. I gave him so many chances and thought that two weeks time would have gotten him to see some sense.
He came in here Sunday night and got his stuff out of his room after I had an argument with his dad about taking his stuff to him. I put my foot down and said that if dad was going to let the child run the show, then the child could get his ass over here and get his crap. We aren't a moving company. And he was told to get all of it because I was throwing away what he leaves behind.
His dad told his mother he wasn't allowed back to the house for visits or for anything else. We're going to have to change the locks now.
I'm at a loss because the other two don't give us a problem. We provide them with what they need. And give them what they want most of the time. Attitudes and grades must be in check and I don't think I'm asking too much on that front. I'm not perfect, but I love all of my kids. Including the ones I didn't give birth to.
No kid likes rules, but then again, most kids don't stress us out like he did. He has two biological parents that have been so disconnected from him and here I was, trying to give him what he wasn't getting: an actual parent that cares and wants him to know he's loved. He turned on me quick as shit and now I'm just supposed to forget about the last five years like I never had him as a son?
I've already been dealt enough loss in my life. How much more do I need to be put through before enough is enough?
He came in here Sunday night and got his stuff out of his room after I had an argument with his dad about taking his stuff to him. I put my foot down and said that if dad was going to let the child run the show, then the child could get his ass over here and get his crap. We aren't a moving company. And he was told to get all of it because I was throwing away what he leaves behind.
His dad told his mother he wasn't allowed back to the house for visits or for anything else. We're going to have to change the locks now.
I'm at a loss because the other two don't give us a problem. We provide them with what they need. And give them what they want most of the time. Attitudes and grades must be in check and I don't think I'm asking too much on that front. I'm not perfect, but I love all of my kids. Including the ones I didn't give birth to.
No kid likes rules, but then again, most kids don't stress us out like he did. He has two biological parents that have been so disconnected from him and here I was, trying to give him what he wasn't getting: an actual parent that cares and wants him to know he's loved. He turned on me quick as shit and now I'm just supposed to forget about the last five years like I never had him as a son?
I've already been dealt enough loss in my life. How much more do I need to be put through before enough is enough?
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