I hesitate to write about some things due to the fact that my penning could be read by some parties that could affect the lives of the little people I know. Nah…I never hesitate to write anything about some of the big people I know if I feel the need to put it down in my own little slice of personal history — Table Tango. But when it comes to the little people, they are at the mercy of the ‘parentals’ and can’t escape.
So it is with my young friend and grandson, Riot. Momparental is a witch. There, I said it! A true ‘hate-rag’ that can’t find happiness and wants others to feel as beat and destroyed as she is by her own self-hatred.
Mr. Riot has spent many a weekend, spring break, holiday, and most of the summers with me when he’s not in school. If I lived in Las Vegas, I would take him every night from school and have him probably every weekend. But, 70 miles out makes it a bit trying.
On weekends, we work on his homework – many lessons that have to be made up because he doesn’t turn them in – and the biggest problem is that he’s not capable of reading and understanding fourth grade work. He can read. He has problems with some words. But his knowledge and comprehension of what they mean just isn’t there. Mom-parental screams at him for not doing his daily homework — from some other part of the house because it would be too much effort for her to sit down with him and work on it. Hell…maybe she doesn’t even understand it, but I don’t believe that’s the problem. She simply will not put any effort into it to help him improve.
Of course the school will push him right into the fifth grade next year when he should be held back a year…the bottle neck of learning is a bunch of bullshit IMHO. And I could go into a rant about the public schools, funding, and how we let our own offspring down by not spending more on education, etc., but I won’t. Not right now anyway.
The problem with Mom-parental is she drinks, she has access to almost any prescription drug she chooses because she has a doctor friend she calls and gets whatever is on her ‘favorite’s list.’ That’s not the only problem but it’s part of it. She does work and spends 6-8 hours a day at the shop. The rest of the time she’s looking for ways to make people miserable.
She uses Riot to hurt my feelings and try to make me angry. She “uses Riot” would be a better statement. He’s her bargaining tool with everyone that knows him and cares about him.
With the weekend, when he’s out, free from her meanness and control, she still punishes him through phone calls. This last weekend, he was having a great time playing games on the computer when I got a text from her: “Call mom BB.”
I gave him the phone, he called, and within a few minutes, he was crying as he listened to her. He has a cat named Anna that they got almost a year ago. She informed him that Anna had peed on the bed so she threw it out the window. That would be the 2nd story window of the house. And then she told him that she let Dida (the other cat) beat up Anna. For some unknown reason, probably just to be mean, she needed to call him and tell him that. She should have kept it to herself and been embarrassed and feeling guilty about being cruel to an animal…but no. She wanted to brag it up and drag my friend’s emotions through shredded glass.
When I saw the look on his face and the tears streaming, I told him to just hang up. He said, “I can’t gramma because then she will just hurt Anna.”
When he finally got away from the phone call, it took a few minutes to get him hugged and calmed down.
It’s a long and ugly story…her and the way she treats people…and animals. I have texts from her that I’ve saved for years, just in case I ever got the opportunity to go into court to prove she should never have a child under her care. The texts are unreal.
Riot told me not long ago that they use a samurai sword and baseball bat to fight each other with “so he can learn self defense” and I wanted to puke. The stories go on and on and on. He’s not making them up.
I sent an email to CPS about 6 years ago, telling them some of the shit that she does with him. I sent it as a ‘read receipt’ to make sure it got read. I got close to 14 read receipt responses from different people at CPS but nothing ever happened. I went to his school a few years ago and talked to the principal and the people in the office about his tardiness and being absent 34 days in one year. Yes, they are aware. Yes, they are concerned. Really? WTF? Nothing changes.
Mom-parental has threatened me more than once with not seeing him again – and called me names, and been spiteful and rude, and then has sent me a text a few days later to tell me she loves me. Really? She talks about sending him to a military academy which makes him really unhappy. I have told him he can come and live with me, I’ve even suggested it to her when she’s civil to me, and she responds that she knows he can. But that’s as far as it goes.
He’s horribly angry with her. He gets on a rant about her and can’t stop. I let him roll with it. It’s hard enough to grow up in this day and age without putting up with a war zone at home. I worry for his safety and peace of mind. He asked me this weekend if he could duct tape her to the wall. I laughed out loud. He isn’t always that kind when he refers to her.
He will be 10 at the end of this month. One day she will start on him and she may get a very unpleasant surprise when she does. I stress the fact to him that she’s his mother and he should never even think about hitting her, but I also stress the fact that he needs to get away from her as soon as he’s old enough to make a move. He agrees. He can’t wait to move out of the house…that is sad coming from a 10-year old.
It’s complicated. There’s a lot more going on there, like different people she’s had living in the house with them, cops being called because of fighting, restraining orders, and on, and on, and on.
Me? I keep praying that she will meet a man that can fulfill all of her brainwashed, out-of-reality ideas on what would make her happy, and he will take her away and leave Riot to those who love him and want him to grow up to be a healthy, happy young man.
No, this isn’t an April Fools Day post. I wish it was. If Mom-parental comes across this, there will be all kinds of hell to pay, but I’m at the point that I really don’t give a rat’s ass. I suppose I just needed to vent about it.
Hug your kids, pet your animals…even if they have two legs…and keep the good thought. I will.