My son has been giving his 1st grade teacher hell all year long. All year. When I met her at the begining of the year, she was a soft spoken, energetic woman. By the end of the 1st grading period, she was wary, but sill optimistic. As time wore on, and my son wore on her nerves, the light in her eyes has dimmed. At home and at school, he feels he doesn't have to listen to anybody and continues to do what he sees fit. Just this week, he was suspended for two days. After the suspension, I had enough.

I talk to his dad every so often. During our last conversation, I decided my son needs to go live with his dad. BD2 has asked for this for years, I declined. I was cool with visits, but he couldn't stay. I feel like if he wanted his son, he never would have put the amount of distance between them that he has. My nerves are shot and his dad is willing, so off he goes. May 29th is his last day in my home. I've fouind myself counting the days and I don't feel bad about it. I've had to hustle and grind just to provide for him, considerin doin something strange for change so he doesn't have to feel the financial brunt of his father not being around...damn all that. BD2 should be able to hold shit down while I get my mind right. After all these years, he can make himself useful. My bad for gettin down with a Hip-Hop writer turned minster. I'm sure there's a special place in hell for people like me.

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20.May.2006    08:53 PM     Commments: 1