I spent 15 years of my life for this damn kid. Did everything that is best for him, following every one Of his silly restriction and still didn’t leave him, for him to throw all that away and leave not even considering what I’m going through. This is just complete arrogance. Sit, he just leaves, sneaks behind my back and out the front door- just like his bloody mother after having that affair with that evil bastard Roger. No good byes. No, no reasoning, no warnings huh? Well, I guess that’s just the way he is. Onto care about that now! Just want my son back!
I thought I could do this single-parent thing, but now I guess I can’t. Let my pride and joys just walk right out and the worst part of it is that didn’t even notice it. How could I let me eyes off him, especially after he found out that I lied about his mother being dead. I thought it was the best for him. I told him she had a heart attack and passed away when in-fact she is still alive living with that bastard. Maybe it would’ve been better if she was actually dead. She just sent letters after leaving us. I mean letters, seriously, you think ink and paper would be enough to take care of a child.
Then, then told him I’m a murderer. For God’s sake, I killed Wellington, a dog, the most innocent thing to a person. If my own neighbor can’t trust me with her dog how is Christopher supposed to trust me with his life? I’m a horrible person. Just wanted to do what’s best for him. Thought hiding him from the ugly truth was the right thing to do. Sit, its already hard enough for him to deal with difficult situations- he bucks punched the police officer when he as being questioned about Wellingtons murder.
How is he supposed to deal with his own mother leaving him if I had told him before? I was just waiting for the right time so that he’s old enough to understand. I’ve tried best, tried my hardest but still I’m not good enough for Christopher. Should have been more responsible. Should him addressed his feelings. I failed him. Couldn’t even keep a good relationship with my own blood and bone. I hope he’s not lost or gotten himself into much trouble. Where could he be? I need a bucking drink right now.
