Ok, so I've written about my incarcerated son. Today, I shall write about my other son. He's no longer a teenager but he's still very much a Drama King. Back when he was a teenager, he hated living with us partly because we were "caring" parents who wanted to be informed of where he was going, with whom, what time was he returning, things that parents ask. He felt we were prying into his business. The other part was that he wasn't an only child therefore he didn't get everything he wanted because we had other children to support.

When he was 16, he wanted to live with a girlfriend because her parents were better than we were. He ran away from home to live with them so I discussed it with hubster and he agreed that we should just let him see for himself that people are nicer when they're not obligated to support you. So I called him and arranged to drop off his "stuff" so his brother could move into his room. He seemed happy and I was happy for him. Months went by and he called a few times just to say hello and that he was well. That summer, his girlfriend decided to visit family in another state and left him at her house. Within a month, she phoned him to tell him that she isn't happy with him living with her. He was devastated. He called around 2 a.m. to tell me what had transpired and somehow in the middle of the conversation turned it into my fault. Anyway, I placed the phone on the pillow while he ranted about his sucky life and how he didn't asked to be born and so on. I picked up the reciever to listen for a pause. Then he said, "Did you hear me?" I replied, "No, I had the phone on the pillow because I'm tired of hearing this." Then he repeated, "I said I'm going to kill myself." I don't deal well with stupidity during my waking hours, I sure as hell won't deal with it on my sleep time. So I said, "Okay, so you'll kill yourself and we'll be obligated to hold a nice small service for you, we'll mourn for about a week because we'll need to get back to work so we can continue to support the other kids. If that's what you want to do and your mind is set on it, there's nothing I can say to change your mind. And since your mind is set, I guess I'll just say goodbye." By this time, my hubster is stirring in bed, asking what's going on. I cover the mouthpiece and tell him it's the drama king. He grunts and rolls over to fall back asleep. My son raises his voice and says, "I'm not kidding mom, I'm going to kill myself" I calmly tell him, "Yes, I know you're not kidding so I'm saying goodbye one last time."

I suppose it took him several minutes to realize what just happened but he was back at home within the week. When he returned home we talked about that conversation and he said he couldn't believe I was going to just let him do it. I sat him down and looked at him seriously. I said, "Look, don't ever think we don't love you because we do. You're old enough to know what's right and wrong. Sure we'll miss you but that will fade and our lives will all go on. We might visit your gravesite weekly at first, but face it, even that will slowly creep down to maybe once a year on your birthday. It's the truth and you know it." He held his head down and said, "Yeah, I know." And that was the end of that. Now he just threatens to move back in with us along with his girlfriend and kids. Oh how I miss the good old days!



scary mama slung this crap at 8:03 PM
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