I have completely failed the two most important aspects of my life.
The one you get to hear about is teh lad. It is official as of today. He will not be continuing on to be a freshman in high school.
Yes he has failed on purpose.
No I don’t know why, and he won’t tell me.
Yes, I’m sure he won’t be able to recover. Of his 6 classes, he is failing 4 of them. Not a D-, F.
And, of course, since I’m the parent, it’s instantly my fault.
Does’t matter I make sure he has clean clothes and food. Or a roof. Or lunch money. Or that I actually check to make sure his homework is done. Nope, none of that matters.
He’s failing and it’s my fault.
My fault he doesn’t turn in his homework. My fault he doesn’t do his class work and turn it in. My fault he doesn’t tell me when tests are so I can help him study.
Yea, I’m a horrible parent.
Just about par for the course for today. I’m just fucking up right and left lately. Someone just shoot me now and put me out of everyone else’s misery.
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