So I don't Like Drama, Right? in meh...

Anytime I start anything out with “So” it reminds me of my favorite radio show “Snap Judgement” where Glynn Washinton starts every show with “Okay, so…” I love it.

But on to more drama that I somehow tend to get dragged into, damn my sensitive, caring heart.

So I’m in class last night. My son sent a text I didn’t pay attention to, then I noticed he called. When I checked it it was close to the end of class. Some stuff went down between his girlfriend and her “dad” and she stormed out of the house to the library near where they lived. Can we/I/you help? I’m like what the hell man, I’m still in class? I got no money and toilet paper and I’m low on gas and you asking me what? But being the person I am, and it was almost 9p, I wasn’t going to let that baby be out in these streets at night by herself.

If it were me, I’d have taken her home with me and talked to her alone before I talked to her dad. Maybe the course that was taken last night was better, but still.

From what I can piece together:
She had a rough day which started out w/her father talking crazy to her before she left for school. Then, she got to school and was further annoyed by vote for me class president stuff on top of dealing with her father. She had a tennis match which she barely got to play and she barely was able to focus because she was upset. She came home, had groceries to put away, and she didn’t put them away the way dad wanted her to and he fussed and yelled at her and they argued and she stormed out of the house up to the library. She called my son and another friend of hers (who they actually look alike and the other boy, while younger, thought she was HIS girlfriend-LOL) and his mother and I showed up.

So the library closed and she went to the laundrymat next door. In between that time, the dad sent text messages that if you don’t want to do what I say how I say then you can leave. He told her not to come back and stay where you are. He even got so ignorant as to say she can’t come to my house or the other woman’s house, but she can’t come home. What kind of control freak bullshit is that?? You don’t do a girl like that. She needs hugs and kisses and needs to be treated right by the male figure in her house. Yes, they have it good some of the time, and of course you’re going to have to fuss at her to do stuff because she is a 17yo girl, but in this day and age you cannot say “You can’t come back here” because the very MOMENT something happens to that baby you will be hurt and you will be sick. There are other issues at play here that are really heartbreaking that makes me want to cry and I’m no good to anyone if I start crying. I hate to see other peoples anguish. I start crying with them. It’s crazy. LOL

Her dad is a typical don’t listen, my way or highway type guy. And I understand that old school parenting works great, but you have to be consistant. You can’t let your child run amok and then try to crack down when something doesn’t go YOUR way. But she is the sweetest and most sensitive girl.

But I wasn’t doing a lot of talking. Me talking would have made the situation worse because I read people like a book. I’m not a leader and I don’t do things in a group setting. Usually, when one person takes the lead, I just observe and add in what I can. But by this time, he was in flirt mode with the other mom that was there. She was able to relate more to the girl because she “didn’t have parent either” and I just let it be that. I had nothing to offer but to let her know if she needs some girl time, if she needs to get out of the house, if she wants to hang when my son and I go somewhere that I was there just like the other mom was.

I gave her a hug. I’m going to suggest to my son that the next time he sees her to just give her a really big hug and to let her know he will be there for her too. She’s is smart. She wants to be an agricultural scientist. That’s major. That’s wonderful.

But by the end of the night, once the dust settled, all was, okay. They left and the other mom and I got to talking and let’s just say I didn’t get in the house until after 1am so I’m a bit tired. And I still drove to work on very little gas. Next week is going to be a stretch for sure.

And that’s what happened to me last night.
I love the kids and I hate to see them distress.
I had a different set of problems, but I had them just the same.

Take care of our young people.
Take care of those we are charged to care for.
Take care of those we aren’t charged to care for.
Love one another.

Blessings to you all…

Kindest regards,
Sister