ugh. . i've been in the crappiest of moods latley. .. but i've never, 'ever' had to deal with any type of situation like this with my son before. .
it's all i think about . .
i haven't even told the whole story. .
my son's mom is the majority custody parent (because i'm a fuckin' idiot and thought that was probably the best option for him. .and it probably is still) but anyways last tuesday i call him up on the phone (which i do almost everyday anyways just to say hello) and ask about him about his report card.
and he says. . "i got a 'd' in englsh"
and I say "what else did you get?"
i'm already pissed about things.
and he says " umm. . i got a . . "
and i'm all "do you have your report card?"
and he says " not with me"
and i say in that clenched teeth trying to stay calm voice "go get your fuckin' report card right now"
and then he comes back in about a minute and says. . "i can't find it"
so i say "let me talk to your mom"
and she gets on the phone and i say. ."you know Dillon got his report card today?"
and she says "no, i didn't know that"
and i'm just ignoring that, because that fuckin' pissed me off too. .
and then i say "call me back when you have this sorted out, i bet you it's worse than he's even telling us"
so anyways to make a long story longer. .
he doesn't have his report card, so i tell his mom. . "could you please go get a copy from his school?" they live like a block away from his school. .i call her the next day . .and she says. ."i called the school, yada yadda yadda ,there's nothing i can do , when i'm working"
so i call, and they instantly tell me "sure, come and pick it up. "
ok so i go pick it up and it's not a 'd' in english, it's an 'f' . .
so not only did he throw away his report card. . he lied about what it was. . which actually doesn't bother me very much because everybody fucking lies. .i understand that . . . but, that's what's on my mind right now, and very little else.
it's all i think about . .
i haven't even told the whole story. .
my son's mom is the majority custody parent (because i'm a fuckin' idiot and thought that was probably the best option for him. .and it probably is still) but anyways last tuesday i call him up on the phone (which i do almost everyday anyways just to say hello) and ask about him about his report card.
and he says. . "i got a 'd' in englsh"
and I say "what else did you get?"
i'm already pissed about things.
and he says " umm. . i got a . . "
and i'm all "do you have your report card?"
and he says " not with me"
and i say in that clenched teeth trying to stay calm voice "go get your fuckin' report card right now"
and then he comes back in about a minute and says. . "i can't find it"
so i say "let me talk to your mom"
and she gets on the phone and i say. ."you know Dillon got his report card today?"
and she says "no, i didn't know that"
and i'm just ignoring that, because that fuckin' pissed me off too. .
and then i say "call me back when you have this sorted out, i bet you it's worse than he's even telling us"
so anyways to make a long story longer. .
he doesn't have his report card, so i tell his mom. . "could you please go get a copy from his school?" they live like a block away from his school. .i call her the next day . .and she says. ."i called the school, yada yadda yadda ,there's nothing i can do , when i'm working"
so i call, and they instantly tell me "sure, come and pick it up. "
ok so i go pick it up and it's not a 'd' in english, it's an 'f' . .
so not only did he throw away his report card. . he lied about what it was. . which actually doesn't bother me very much because everybody fucking lies. .i understand that . . . but, that's what's on my mind right now, and very little else.
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My last GPA in high school was .333. That was only because my art teacher took pity on me and gave me a C. (Yup. Failed every single other thing.)
I was in the middle of my junior year. After protracted teacher (well, principal) /parent conferences and last ditch efforts to salvage my wasted school career (ergo, life), I got my GED and went to college. I got honors and stuff and since then I've had shitty jobs and great jobs.
Most importantly (hey, my mom's a social worker, whaddaya want?), I'm happy.
And my family is more important to me than anything. I thank God for them every day, and I don't even believe in God.
blah blah blah blah
what I really meant to say was, you're doing fine, and your son will be fine. never let him forget that you're paying close attention, and that your love for him is unconditional.
Eventually you will both be surprised to look back and remember how things are now;