Crap
Confessions
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Suzie;
I caught Christopher up late in bed last night. His lamp was on when I passed, and when I went in he was reading those comic books. Without thinking, I just went off on him, unfortunately. I don't mean to bite his head off like that, but I feel like I can't protect him. I know you understand.
His father doesn't get it at all, even though I told him several times. It's not like, I'm not one of those moms that will just flip out cause he's on Nintendo. I mean that's fine, but it's fine for me to know what he's playing too and people just don't get it. He's not eighteen, he's not even twelve, these are important years for him and he needs supervision. I refuse to put up, or explain myself to people when it comes to what my son does. I mean, are you kidding?
I don't take that crap from his dad, so you better believe that no one else is getting away with it either. Chris is not like other kids, and I'm not going to have him jumping into fights or jumping off ledges trying to fly, and yes, he will absolutely do that. If he's in science class you have to watch him close, or he will mix up chemicals to try and drink them. Whenever we pass a creek and there's garbage in it, he'll try to sneak off so he can go and wade through it.
I've talked to Bruce about getting him some help, but it's like he's too proud to care about his son. With him it's either A or B, and if Chris isn't a lunatic, he's going through some phase. It's like I can't talk sense to him anymore, and honestly I'm starting to lose it myself. We've been married for almost ten years, and I really cant tell you the last time I felt happy about it.
I'm scared Sue. I'm really, really scared. I've been spending time with Chris, just to take my mind off things, but I saw those books and now I'm scared of something else. Before I threw them away I flipped through one, and of course there's Jack Saturn, staring right back at me. It was just like a bad dream.
I know you don't keep up with Anomalies, but you can trust me when I say there are better role models. It's not like Joey is, his real name's Joey, sorry. It's not like he's a bad guy at all, but I wouldn't wish his life on my worst enemy. Drama Co. would love to put a bullet in his brain, and he can't stay in one place long, before he has to leave. His entire family's in that relocation program, and none of them are living with the names that they were born with.
Is that the kind of life you'd want for your kids? Is that the price you have to pay to be some flashy hero? I know I should be grateful that those people are around, and I'm not one of those haters but I want nothing to do with them. I swear to God, if I lose my son because of that garbage
I'm taking him to see someone and that's the end of it. I won't even bother discussing it until I have to. Hopefully they can start seeing Chris while his dad's still working. I'll let you know how it goes.
I caught Christopher up late in bed last night. His lamp was on when I passed, and when I went in he was reading those comic books. Without thinking, I just went off on him, unfortunately. I don't mean to bite his head off like that, but I feel like I can't protect him. I know you understand.
His father doesn't get it at all, even though I told him several times. It's not like, I'm not one of those moms that will just flip out cause he's on Nintendo. I mean that's fine, but it's fine for me to know what he's playing too and people just don't get it. He's not eighteen, he's not even twelve, these are important years for him and he needs supervision. I refuse to put up, or explain myself to people when it comes to what my son does. I mean, are you kidding?
I don't take that crap from his dad, so you better believe that no one else is getting away with it either. Chris is not like other kids, and I'm not going to have him jumping into fights or jumping off ledges trying to fly, and yes, he will absolutely do that. If he's in science class you have to watch him close, or he will mix up chemicals to try and drink them. Whenever we pass a creek and there's garbage in it, he'll try to sneak off so he can go and wade through it.
I've talked to Bruce about getting him some help, but it's like he's too proud to care about his son. With him it's either A or B, and if Chris isn't a lunatic, he's going through some phase. It's like I can't talk sense to him anymore, and honestly I'm starting to lose it myself. We've been married for almost ten years, and I really cant tell you the last time I felt happy about it.
I'm scared Sue. I'm really, really scared. I've been spending time with Chris, just to take my mind off things, but I saw those books and now I'm scared of something else. Before I threw them away I flipped through one, and of course there's Jack Saturn, staring right back at me. It was just like a bad dream.
I know you don't keep up with Anomalies, but you can trust me when I say there are better role models. It's not like Joey is, his real name's Joey, sorry. It's not like he's a bad guy at all, but I wouldn't wish his life on my worst enemy. Drama Co. would love to put a bullet in his brain, and he can't stay in one place long, before he has to leave. His entire family's in that relocation program, and none of them are living with the names that they were born with.
Is that the kind of life you'd want for your kids? Is that the price you have to pay to be some flashy hero? I know I should be grateful that those people are around, and I'm not one of those haters but I want nothing to do with them. I swear to God, if I lose my son because of that garbage
I'm taking him to see someone and that's the end of it. I won't even bother discussing it until I have to. Hopefully they can start seeing Chris while his dad's still working. I'll let you know how it goes.
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