Lil
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So Monday my son wanted his "allowance" because he wanted to Christmas shop for his dad and me. His grandma gave him $50 on Saturday, but I gave him his $40. He's almost never bought us anything. Last year he got us some DVD's, that sort of thing.
So today is Christmas. I told him Monday night if he wanted to wrap anything, the wrapping paper is in the closet. He said, "Ok." I asked him what he got his dad and he said he wanted it to be a surprise. Last night I mentioned there was nothing under the tree yet and told him to not wait until the last minute and just dump it in a bag. He said, "Don't worry, you'll have your surprise tomorrow."
You know what he got us? Nothing. Nada. No gift for either of us. Not even a freaking card.
He said first thing this morning that he didn't get it all worked out, but he'd tell us what it was if we wanted to know. We discussed it and told him, "Sure. If you want to tell us we'd love to know." He says, he is trying to plan something special, something that really expresses how he feels and that he did go shopping, but couldn't find anything that was right. So, yeah, that's not vague at all.
In son speak...that means he has no clue and never did and he's lied the whole time. Why? Why would he tell me he got something when he didn't? Why would he build me up for nothing? Why? That's what hurts. He could have just not mentioned a gift and I'd have been fine. Really. But instead he did this.
After opening his gifts (a cd, a poster, an Insane Clown Posse beach towel and a $100 gas card - no cash, nothing he can sell, although I suppose he could sell the gas card) he has retired to his room, where he has been, when he wasn't out with friends, ever since he's been home. Never mind that he promised to spend the whole day with us. He hasn't taken a shower or changed clothes since Saturday, even though I've asked him to at least 5 or 6 times. In fact, since he came home December 12, he's taken a grand total of two showers. In short...he's doing what he always does, ignoring us.
Why do I keep hoping for the best? Why do I keep thinking, "This time it'll be different?" Why can't I just assume the worst? I'm so tired of being hurt. I really, really thought this ONE day, he'd care enough to do something...anything.
Merry Christmas.
So today is Christmas. I told him Monday night if he wanted to wrap anything, the wrapping paper is in the closet. He said, "Ok." I asked him what he got his dad and he said he wanted it to be a surprise. Last night I mentioned there was nothing under the tree yet and told him to not wait until the last minute and just dump it in a bag. He said, "Don't worry, you'll have your surprise tomorrow."
You know what he got us? Nothing. Nada. No gift for either of us. Not even a freaking card.
He said first thing this morning that he didn't get it all worked out, but he'd tell us what it was if we wanted to know. We discussed it and told him, "Sure. If you want to tell us we'd love to know." He says, he is trying to plan something special, something that really expresses how he feels and that he did go shopping, but couldn't find anything that was right. So, yeah, that's not vague at all.
In son speak...that means he has no clue and never did and he's lied the whole time. Why? Why would he tell me he got something when he didn't? Why would he build me up for nothing? Why? That's what hurts. He could have just not mentioned a gift and I'd have been fine. Really. But instead he did this.
After opening his gifts (a cd, a poster, an Insane Clown Posse beach towel and a $100 gas card - no cash, nothing he can sell, although I suppose he could sell the gas card) he has retired to his room, where he has been, when he wasn't out with friends, ever since he's been home. Never mind that he promised to spend the whole day with us. He hasn't taken a shower or changed clothes since Saturday, even though I've asked him to at least 5 or 6 times. In fact, since he came home December 12, he's taken a grand total of two showers. In short...he's doing what he always does, ignoring us.
Why do I keep hoping for the best? Why do I keep thinking, "This time it'll be different?" Why can't I just assume the worst? I'm so tired of being hurt. I really, really thought this ONE day, he'd care enough to do something...anything.
Merry Christmas.