Paul Summers Jr.
"We can’t give up on them, even though it feels like they are utterly repulsed by any interaction we have with them."
I think I’ve had it. This is just too hard to deal with. I want to walk away and just live the life I was meant to live, for me. I’ve sacrificed everything I’ve known of the life I had before she was born, all for her well being. I’ve never been so despised by anyone, including people I’ve been a total piece of shit dirtbag to. I would not have dreamt of having kids had I known the level of disrespect, ignorance, inconsiderateness, and blatant disregard, let alone given up addiction. I think if kids weren’t so damn adorable and cute and awestruck toward their parents, no one would have kids anymore.
The hardest part is the pretty damn believable act that she puts on that nothing I say or do will affect her in any way. That she simply does not care at all. This is the hardest to deal with. I’ve dealt with her doing cutting, with her looking up all the worst possible crap on the internet, sending provocative images to boys, now this. I just don’t see the point of continuing on being abused by the person I love more than anyone in my entire life.
Now that seems kinda harsh. Abandonment truly isn’t an option. I despise her mom for having the nice out that she gets to ‘enjoy.’ That may not be the case, exactly, but she sees her about three times a month. Then the rest of every single day goes to doing whatever it is that she does. That, in itself, is so unfair when you factor in every last bit of repulsion, denial of accountability, and self destructive behavior happens under my watch. And now it happens all the time.
It’s gotta stop.
I, probably like most parents, really thought I’d find a way to not have to go through any of this crap that I go through. There is no end in sight. And yes, maybe it sucks that I can easily recall the days when being completely self centered was my way of life, maybe it doesn’t. It messes with me, that is for sure. Regardless, I don’t deserve this foul retribution for being a good guy. The real pieces of crap out there should have to deal with this mentality.
So, we found out through the other kids that some guy has been coming over to our home. Some teenager crap is to be expected, am I right? But having sex in the house when a brother and sister are home is really pushing it just to get what you want. I understand this. I was sixteen once, and I was sexually active with a girl my age. Important to note here that she was my age. After school was a grand ol’ time. There is parental leave for parents when they have newborn, fuck that, it should be when your kids are teens that you have to stay home and take care of them; make sure they are not having sex, or worse, allowing boys to be in your home when you are at work.
I’m getting the impression that we can’t give up on them, even though it feels like they are utterly repulsed by any interaction we have with them. I’m thinking about how I could, in effect, force my kid to participate in drama in some form. I’m picturing myself as the helicopter parent just really, honestly not giving her the opportunity to be trolled by a bunch of social media predators; to give in to her weakness and desires to be consumed by the little screen.
It completely baffles me that I am pushed away the way I am. I mean, I’m human, if you don’t want me to be around, my ass is outta here. I feel that way even it’s my kid or step kids. Don’t have to tell me twice. I’m not talking about in terms of discipline or teaching, I’m talking in terms of relating to them at some level that they enjoy and I can impart knowledge and experience.
When I think of my upbringing, I would’ve totally loved to have my dad around had he been less critical and more supportive. I don’t know if I ever said something to my kid about how she could be better at her acting. She always got stuck in these non verbal roles, so I’m sure I asked her to enunciate more. Then she did have a verbal role. I thought she did great. Maybe it’s not me at all. Maybe it is the lure of the attention a cute girl can get on social media. She was influenced at a young age to show off her body for some asshole behind a screen. I wish I would’ve never allowed her to be on a phone that she can be a part of these things on.
This is such a real struggle for parents. We don’t really interact that much with other parents, but we see enough to know that we wish we would’ve found better ways to control without being controlling. You know, this is all so very new to all of society. As a society we are only starting the second decade of the smart phone. It has exploded. My personal concern was that, we saw the change coming as far as digital and internet becoming a way of life. I sure as hell didn’t want my kid to be a dinosaur amongst the peer group. I’m rethinking that today. Had I known it would lead to these problems for her, I wouldn’t have allowed the door to be open. Once it is open, of course, we see inside.
Jennifer and I have gone to the police. We have turned in her phone in hopes of catching this guy that she thinks she is in love with. She is one of many to him, I’m sure. Not that she isn’t super special. I know how guys like that think. I doesn’t matter how good he has has it, no matter what, his girl could be great. But, if someone comes along that looks or acts more appealing, he’s on to that next. There are women like that too. The grass is always greener.
This guy didn’t respect my kid enough to meet her parents, that is the first sign. Any asshole who thinks he can go in someone’s house when no one is there, even at the beckoning of a hormone crazed young girl, is not a person that will have links to my family. I’ve done what I think I can do.
When the police let us know what is going on inside her life, that we would never be shared with, then it will become decision time. It’s time to show these kids what our values are. Jennifer and I feel like we’re living this life of being scrutinized by a society with no values. I’m not even talking morals. We are not saints by any means. We simply were something like these kids. Over time, we each in our own way realized that this is a life of pain and suffering that doesn’t have to be. It’s kind of like living and dying by the sword. The sword today is social media. Its very existence has changed the interaction of humans. Our value systems may at some point step up to match and change how it all works. For now, however, it is a predators paradise. It is way for thieves to take the innocence of our children - to program them to be sexually active, and take money from our hard work so that they don’t have to do anything.
Living off of others.
Even in the worst years of my addiction, I didn’t live off of anyone, other than collecting food stamps for a spell. A few months I think it was. The world is skewed poorly in too many ways to count. I fought against it and lost. Then I began to see that my observation was skewed. There is beauty and good all around us. We see what we want to see. As a believer, I will say that God is always doing amazing work. I spent a good chunk of my life being as far away from that as one could get. I isolated and feared my own shadow, while being a dad. I grew up and out of that slumber. My ex-wife still lives according to those rules. It is enslavement. Socializing without being with people in person is no different. It’s addictive, while being isolating. Win, win for the companies that serve the goods.
I suppose I’m just not being very accepting of the fact that I worked this hard, not only to be an adult who cares for the well being of his own child, that she would engage in behaviors that undermine all that I work for. That’s the hardest pill to swallow. I honestly don’t want to accept this truth. She will be working against me for some time, as will the other kids be working against us. It is a perspective. It is a way of seeing things.
Currently, I’ll send them all away if I could know it would make them better people. Maybe a parent today doesn’t stand a chance. If we know, as parents, that if we want to provide a better financial situation for our kids we will have to be away from them all day long, well, that’s kind of fucked. It takes two people now to provide that sort of income, unless one is exceptionally blessed with a good paying job or if they are privileged.
I know that life isn’t about material objects. I also know that comfort can be bought. Somewhere in between all this is a happy zone. Somewhere is the key to building their lives without having to take away the survival needs. It’s tricky. I will say I have been blessed with an opportunity to stay home with the kids for a while. Now each day I leave the house it tears at my heart. I can’t wait to put in my notice and begin living the life I was meant to live. Jennifer and I can’t wait to be the living example of taking care of our family the way God wanted us to. Maybe it’s the worst time to be around the kids. Too fucken bad. This is what we each wanted for them all along. Now, with not being able to be around them, they’ve all slipped and fallen prey to this lazy ass ritual of screen time only. I will make friction with my presence. This is good.
CONCLUSION
What conclusion is there? As parents, you’re scared shitless day by day as to how your children will turn out. Because they are not children anymore. But they are not adults either. They are not ready to go out into the world. They will fuck up really, really bad if they do. The world will force them to grow up, is that what they really want?
Jennifer is reading a book that is helping us understand. We really need help understanding. Nobody goes through the exact thing as us, or do they?