He said, she said...
Feb. 25th, 2009 06:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayLast night, as I was getting off the Thruway, I got a phone call from the little boy's mom. She had picked him up at school, kept him for the afternoon and early evening, and dropped him off at the house after my son got home from work. She did this so that my wife and I could have dinner at the casino.
Apparently, during the drop-off, she and my son had gotten into an argument, in the presence of my grandson, over their respective companions, life choices, etc. According to my daughter, who was listening from upstairs, it might have gotten physical had she not prevented my son's current girlfriend from going downstairs and becoming involved.
As difficult as it was to refrain from saying anything when I got home, I instead turned my attention to the little boy, comforting him and staying with him until he went to sleep. Afterward, I called my wife, who had remained at the casino, to advise her of the situation.
I called her again at 3 a.m. when I couldn't sleep and reiterated my concern for the well-being of our grandson and my desire to avoid further confrontation and emotional trauma. Unfortunately, that was one more thing that I would fail to accomplish.
This morning, after we dropped off the girlfriend on the way to taking my son to work, he launched into a diatribe about how he'd appreciate it if I didn't discuss him and his girlfriend with his ex-. I responded that he'd better understand that the only reason he and his girlfriend were living in our house was because that seemed best for his little boy.
I also stated that I had no interest whatever in knowing who said what first, only that I didn't want anything like this happening in front of the little boy again. Completely ignoring what I'd just said, he then launched into what his ex- had said, etc., and told me I needed to get my facts straight before I presumed to discuss any of it with him.
In fact, the account offered by my daughter matched that of my son's ex-. But that was lost in the angry blast of profanity coming from the passenger's seat. Finally, I turned the corner a few blocks from where my son works and stopped the car. Acting like it was his idea, he said, "Yeah, that's right, I'm getting out here," and slammed the door.
I called my wife again to say that it's out of control and I have no answer for it. That there's got to be a way to protect this little boy who is so frequently and clearly the victim of this madness...
Apparently, during the drop-off, she and my son had gotten into an argument, in the presence of my grandson, over their respective companions, life choices, etc. According to my daughter, who was listening from upstairs, it might have gotten physical had she not prevented my son's current girlfriend from going downstairs and becoming involved.
As difficult as it was to refrain from saying anything when I got home, I instead turned my attention to the little boy, comforting him and staying with him until he went to sleep. Afterward, I called my wife, who had remained at the casino, to advise her of the situation.
I called her again at 3 a.m. when I couldn't sleep and reiterated my concern for the well-being of our grandson and my desire to avoid further confrontation and emotional trauma. Unfortunately, that was one more thing that I would fail to accomplish.
This morning, after we dropped off the girlfriend on the way to taking my son to work, he launched into a diatribe about how he'd appreciate it if I didn't discuss him and his girlfriend with his ex-. I responded that he'd better understand that the only reason he and his girlfriend were living in our house was because that seemed best for his little boy.
I also stated that I had no interest whatever in knowing who said what first, only that I didn't want anything like this happening in front of the little boy again. Completely ignoring what I'd just said, he then launched into what his ex- had said, etc., and told me I needed to get my facts straight before I presumed to discuss any of it with him.
In fact, the account offered by my daughter matched that of my son's ex-. But that was lost in the angry blast of profanity coming from the passenger's seat. Finally, I turned the corner a few blocks from where my son works and stopped the car. Acting like it was his idea, he said, "Yeah, that's right, I'm getting out here," and slammed the door.
I called my wife again to say that it's out of control and I have no answer for it. That there's got to be a way to protect this little boy who is so frequently and clearly the victim of this madness...
