Day 9 evening edition

Chance made the bus. I honestly thought he would miss it.

 

Chance: why are they working on the tractor in the driveway

Me: I couldn’t remember if I told you I would be at the shop

Chance: I’m 11, not 5. If you weren’t in the house, I would look in the shop, then the horse barn, then cow pens. Do you get the point dad, plus, I know how to use the phone.

Me: and you may not see 12 if that mouth keeps up

Chance: like, I’m scared of that

Me: can we say grounded

Chance: that I’m afraid of I’m going in now

John Deere finished the tractor. I walked in Chance was doing homework without being told.

Me: what did you do

Chance:  Nothing. Why

Me: you’re doing your homework without being told

Chance: just building brownie points for later

Me: have you heard say that

Chance: mom used to say that before she messed everything up

Me: sounds like her

Chance: can I say that

Me: Buddy, it’s your mom. You can talk about her all you want.

Chance: I know you hate her, but I don’t

Me: Buddy, I don’t hate her. I just want you to be happy

Chance: then enough about that. She will be back.

I wanted to say no. She won’t. Buddy, we need to move on, but know that’s not the answer to this mess for now. Chance still gets her throw and wraps up in it and gets in her recliner, and sleeps. When he gets home, he looks in our bedroom, then the kitchen to see if she is there. I moved her coffee cup. In a very aggressive voice and movement, he took the cup and put it back and said she likes it here. I know it’s only been nine days, buts seems like months. The school counselor tried to talk with him. He told her it didn’t concern her and walked out. I wanted to make him give an apology but was told not to make him. Still wrestling with that one, we don’t disrespect adults. I find I’m wrestling with a lot about this mess.