Sunday, May 9, 2010

epic mommy FAIL

I am feeling pretty lost right now.  I didn't think I was ready to blog about this yet, but I have been crying about it all freaking DAY today, so I'm going to at least TRY to get this off my chest.

First, a little background info.  When I was 16 years old, I became a Mommy.  I would not recommend that to any other 16 year old girl, but I will say that I have always been a very devoted mother.  I didn't push my beautiful daughter off on her grandparents so I could go party, or anything like that.  I tested out of high school rather than dropping out.  I went to college at night so I could spend my days with my daughter.  I made countless sacrifices to give my little girl the best life possible.  She will be 20 years old in 3 weeks, and has not spoken to me in over two years

She was always a fantastic kid, well rounded.  Beautiful, talented, friendly, and intelligent.  Her parent-teacher conferences were always an absolute joy for me, as her teachers were always singing her praises. 

This all changed the day she turned 13, and by the time her Senior year of high school rolled around, she was a 'typical' teenager - surly, selfish, and, well, bitchy.  She hated me, hated authority, etc etc etc.  My husband deployed in September of that year.  A few days before he left, we learned that my daughter had been ditching school or showing up late, even though she left here on time every morning.  In the 5 weeks since school had started, she was truant or tardy on 21 different days.  Yes, that's 21 out of 25 days. 

We sat down with her over dinner the night before hubby's departure, and clearly spelled out to her that if she ditched school again (AT ALL, even one period) I would take away her car.  PERMANENTLY.  Well, wouldn't you know it, the very next morning, as I was driving crying my way home from the airport, I found out that my 'sweet' little girl was not in school. 

It took a lot of planning to be able to actually follow through with the consequence of taking away the car, because we live far from the school and the bus pass is expensive. I also knew she would freak out and cause a huge scene, and probably try to run away, so I arranged for my parents to take her in for a couple of weeks if needed.  Once I had all the ducks in a row, I took her car away.  It was not as simple as that, but that was the end result.  She made a huge ugly scene, threw out some truly horrible accusations that got CPS involved, and then went to go live with her dad an hour or so away.  She threw away her ENTIRE senior year, over the 'right' to ditch school, and has refused to even speak to me since then. 

OK so now that you know that part, I have a deep dark confession: I have blamed my husband, at least in part, for the loss of my daughter.  I figured that if he had not deployed (which he kind of volunteered for at that point) then she would never have gone so far off the deep end.  Now, I honestly know that this is NOT really his 'fault' but I still really equate the two.  Deployment = I will never see my beautiful daughter again.

But that's not even what has me in tears today.  My angst now is due to the very real chance that this is ALL about to happen AGAIN.

My husband left last Wednesday, and by Friday night, my 15 year old (aka 'Bonehead') was acting up WAY more than normal.  I cut him a lot of slack, as I know he is struggling with the stress of dad being gone every bit as much as I am, if not more.  And he really can't express his feelings about this. 

But I draw the line at HURTING people.  I was unable to just 'ignore' or otherwise accept him beating up on his little brother!  Keep in mind, this boy is already 5'9" and approximately 160 lbs, all muscle.  Size 13 shoe, so he is still growing.  And my younger son (aka 'Knucklehead') is ten years old, barely 4' 9" and maybe 65 pounds soaking wet.  So Bonehead is a full foot taller than Knucklehead, and outweighs him by nearly 100 lbs. 

When Bonehead was picking on his brother Friday night, it started as teasing and turned into outright BEATING on him before I could intervene.  And, just like his big sister, as soon as I stepped in, he started the whole one-upsmanship contest.  I went from "get ready for bed" to "pack your crap for Grammy and Grampa's house" in less than 5 minutes.  He even managed to trump THAT one, by running away.  In the middle of the night.

My dad found him an hour and a half later, near the elementary school right by our house.  He finally went willingly with my parents, but didn't pack his things, etc etc etc.  DRAMA.  So now I am trying NOT to blame hubby for the loss of yet another child.  I don't think Bonehead is completely lost to me anyway, but then I initially thought that my daughter would cool down.  She still hasn't.  And I am beating myself up, feeling like a complete FAILURE as a mother - I can't even get through a WEEK of deployment without letting all hell break loose at home.

And now I fear potential future deployments all the more, since deployment = loss of a child. 

Please don't judge me here, I realize this next statement is tantamount to sacrilege or blasphemy, but at times like this, I freaking HATE the Marine Corps.

OK maybe not quite.  But I hate my life right now, and it seems like all the crappy parts of my life are crappy BECAUSE of the corps.

To make matters worse, I realized today that I don't even know how to work our new lawn mower.  It's a high-tech thing, and has been Bonehead's responsibility for almost a year.  Hubby called me this afternoon and I broke down crying, and when I told him I didn't think I could even figure out how to run the mower, he said "I think I can walk you through that over the phone, if that's what you need".  In my head I was screaming, 'NO THAT IS NOT WHAT I NEED!  I need my husband home and I need my kids back!'  But instead all I said was 'okay' *sniffle*

And I really REALLY hate myself for crying on the damned phone - it stresses him out, makes me feel bad for being so 'weak' when he really needs me to be strong, and worst of all wastes precious time we could have spent TALKING.

Happy freaking mother's day....I hereby withdraw my nomination for that 'mother of the year' award.


My family 5 years ago




My family 5 weeks ago




My family 5 days ago





My family today.


THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING FAMILY.  :(

10 comments:

Skinnie Piggie said...

Awww lady, nothing I can say will make this any better for you, but I did say a prayer for you & your son.

Soldier's Wife said...

I don't know how close you live to post but there are classes and things to take to help deal with deployments. Even if you can handle it maybe think about attending them with your children because each deployment is different. Plus with growing children its different for them as well. Just a thought.

Soldier's Wife said...

That above being said.. Just remember to breathe. Its all going to be alright. You are a good mom your just having a rough patch. Keep your head up and stay strong.

This is the story of.... said...

Oh my dear Gaile.

I became a mom at age 17, I married my boyfriend determined to prove everyone that said it wouldn't work, wrong. Well they were right, and although I had graduated my (now ex) in-laws said they would take care of my son while I went to college. Well of course, one thing lead to another and while I'm in school, they go to a judge to try and gain custody of him!

It was ugly, and all the while MY OWN mother berated me calling me a bad mom (the pot calling the kettle black) and from that point forward our relationship became strained and is now non existent.

I guess the point I'm making is - SHIT HAPPENS - family is a complicated, organic, and ever changing entity.

I could say "don't feel bad" or "stay strong", but if you're anything like me those words (though much appreciated) do not change the fact you still feel like crap and don't care who knows it.

I feel your pain, I don't feel sorry for you I empathize with you because I have been there with my son and now we have the most awesome relationship even if he does live in England and me 5,000 miles away.

But now my teenage daughter sounds like she's going down the same path as yours did, tardy, skipping class only mine is a consistent "F" student.

I am right here alongside you sister, I know the pain of having a child go live with another family member while everyone else looks on in judgment.

Sending you hugs,
Domenica

The LT's Wifey said...

oh jeez, can i relate to you-- my son is going through the early teenager stuff, along with our recent PCS move, he really has become a mouthy, self righteous TURD! That's right-TURD! I am not looking forward to future deployments, the kid has already bolted on me once in the middle of the night-I can't imagine what it's going to be like when he finally hits high school ( he is only 11). All I can say, you're not alone. Hang in there.

L.C. said...

I gave you an award on my blog :)

A Marine's Wife! said...

Oh Gaile. I am so sorry. I know me saying this doesnt take your pain away, but not even knowing you I know you are a great mother. A bad mother wouldn't care about things like this. Be strong and try to breathe and relax. Email me if you want to chat..please :)

trooppetrie said...

i wrote you privatly. thank you for being so honest with us. this is our seventh deployment and i do not think they get any easier

Amber said...

Sending hugs! I know there is nothing that any of us can say to take away any of the pain. I'm sorry! I'd like to tell you that it will get better....and I really hope that it does.

The first month is always the hardest, at least it was for me. Everything went wrong!

Again, sending hugs!

Renee said...

Gaile...if there was a way to skip the whole teenage years all together, I'd share it! There's not much to say, other than - you are strong ears out here to listen ~ even when all you feel like doing is crying!

Love & Hugs to you!

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