The Prodigal Son Returns

Fuck.

Bubba’s back.

That’s kinda horrible, right?

The fact that I’m not all blowing rainbow farts because Bubba decided that he didn’t want to live with the Crack Whore anymore?

Funny that the day he came to the shop and told Chief that he wanted to move back in was THE SAME DAY that Call Of Duty: Modern Warefar 2 was released, huh?

Funny that he knew we had pre-ordered it and was catering the release party at the local Game Stop and would have our copy at 12:01am.

Oh.. but then, I have a suspicious mind, right? And I’m not SUPPOSE to call him out on his manipulating mind, right? Oh.. and .. and.. because people can CHANGE, right?

The can’t change the fact that they leave wet towels on the floor or leave their dirty clothes within INCHES of the hamper… but they can change their manipulating behavior.

Right.

You know… it must be hard being a parent who wants to believe SO FUCKING BAD that their kid isn’t the way they really are. I would think that… at some point.. the blinders would start to itch and irritate your skin.

But at any rate…

So Tuesday, me and Chief decided to close the store early. We had been non-stop for 2 days getting the house ready for the borough inspection. Ok.. let me rephrase.. I WAS NON-STOP for 2 days. He put one late night in on Monday and then stayed up until 3am playing the new Call Of Duty game.

Once the milk order was delivered, Chief was loading it into the fridges and I was in the back… playing the new Call of Duty game. I hear a second voice and when I peeked out, I saw Bubba.

I went back to playing my round because I really had nothing to say to him.

A few minutes went by and he came into the back of the store and said that he was sorry.

I didn’t say anything for awhile.. didn’t even look at him.. but I knew. I knew at 12:02am that he would show up at some point after school.

So I had a decision to make. Either I try to move things forward or I just foster negativity and resentment.

I was ALL FOR the negativity and resentment but once again, I have to be the adult.

So I told him that I wasn’t going to hold a grudge against him because he’s a kid but that I hoped he learned something out of all this. He said he did.. that it was a dick thing to do :: now.. I’m not sure if he meant the way he acted was the dick thing or whether me taking the cell phone was a dick thing :: I told him that regardless of how much he thinks that we’re trying to ruin his life his father and I are only trying to teach him to be a responsible person because we’re the adults and that’s our job. I also told him that he caused a lot of bad feelings.

He said he knew and then he went back out into the shop to talk to Chief. I heard Chief tell him that he [Bubba] would have to talk to the Crack Whore .. that he couldn’t just go and get his clothes without talking to her.

So Bubba left and Chief told me that he told Bubba that coming back to our house was going to hurt the Crack Whore’s feeling :: um.. noooooo… having to keep paying 43.00 a week for two kids is going to hurt the Crack Whore’s feelings :: but he would have to deal with it because he caused it.

Then he said, “.. I told you he’d be back in 2 weeks.”

Then I said, “.. I told you he’d be back as soon as Call Of Duty was released.”

The he said, “.. oh.”

I told him that he really didn’t believe that the reason why Bubba wanted to come back had anything to do with their living conditions there or the fact that he was completely unsupervised.. or went to school when he wanted to or stayed home whenever he felt like it.. or didn’t have a curfew DID HE?

Chief had the good sense not to try and argue the point with me because he knew he’d lose. But I told him that he had better be damn sure that whatever conversation he had with him included the fact that he wasn’t going to live the same way he was living.. he wasn’t going to torment Spaz the way he was and he sure as hell wasn’t going to live like a pig in my house.

He promised that he told him all that but .. yknow.. he’s fucking delusional too.

So that afternoon, Bubba comes back to the house with his clothes in a white trash bag.

Spaz isn’t too happy about it and I can’t blame him. I’m not happy about it either. Because in the two days that he’s been back, his clothes are still in the trash bag.. only now the trash bag is ripped open so that he could pull out clothes to wear.. he still leaves his shit all over the bathroom.. still leaves piss on the floor… STILL hasn’t had any homework.. still tries to stay up past his bedtime.. still has that fucking mouth on him.. and has just disrupted my house again.

He’s like the fucking pink elephant in the room that won’t go away.

Spaz… who had been doing SO good mentally and behaviorally.. has started to revert back to being angry all the time and talking non-stop and lying about the stupidest things..

And Chief noticed.

The night Bubba came back, we had gone to bed and I forget what we were talking about but I said to him, “.. yknow, Spaz has been really trying hard to do the right things.” and Chief was like, “.. I know. Ever since Bubba went to live with the Crack Whore.”

So today.. when Bubba gets home from school, I’m going to walk him into his room and watch him as he puts his clothes away. I’m going to dog him about cleaning up after himself and will stand outside the bathroom door if I have to inspect the floor for piss after he’s finished.

Let the games begin…

… and bring on the Motrin.

55 gallon drums of it, please!