While I was gone we had a fair amount of family turmoil going on. I wrote a big long post, airing all of the dirty laundry. Then, I deleted it.
Why? Because it’s over, and rehashing it doesn’t help anyone at this point. Things have changed around here for sure. My stepson graduated high school, went to live with his mom, and decided to get a job in a factory rather than go to college. We’re disappointed in his decisions, but he’s an adult and there isn’t much we can do about it. We just have to accept that it’s a decision that he’s made for his life, and go on with our own lives. We know he will regret it one day, but today is not that day. I had said that once the kids graduate they may live at home for free while going to college. If they’re not doing something to actively better their lives then they will have to pay rent. His mom’s house doesn’t have pesky things like rules, expectations, or responsibilities. So that’s where he went.
At this point, he’s barely talking to us. Though he will talk to me more than his dad, and I’m not quite sure why. I’ve always been the one to dole out punishments. I was certainly the one with expectation for the kids to go college. I was always the “bad guy.” His dad didn’t do anything that should have ticked him off, and yet he avoids talking to him. I don’t get it, and it certainly hurts Chris to not see or talk to him.
In any event, we’re adjusting to a new normal. We’re trying to find the silver lining in his growing up and moving out. We hope that someday he will decide to go to college and advance his life. He’s a bright kid and he deserves more than a factory job. I just hope he sees that before he’s strapped down by life: house, bills, wife, and kids. Right now he feels rich at 18, he’s making $16 per hour. At 25 years old that $16 won’t go as far, and won’t seem as appealing.
On the upside, I’ve got a new craft room! If he decides to move back home, he’s going to have to sleep in my old craft room. That’s fair, right?