The Truth Lies In-Between
Posted by Leo G on March 4, 2007
Trying to see the world through my son’s eyes the story might go something like this:
I know I said I’d be home by 10 pm. Yeah, I know I didn’t come home all night. I was with Jack. My phone was dead, so no, I didn’t get your voice mails and texts. But I texted you to tell you that I was staying. You didn’t get it until 2:30 in the morning? That’s not my fault. I texted you. I told you where I was.
And from our point of view:
The kid isn’t home. The kid isn’t answering his phone. I don’t know Jack’s number or last name. The number I have for his other friend turns out to be wrong. Last time he hung out with Jack, Jack got drunk and couldn’t drive him home. Omigod. What if they were in an accident? Surely, if he’s okay he would have called? If he’s in jail, he’d get at least one phone call, right? What if he was in an accident and doesn’t have his wallet on him? They won’t know who he is. They won’t know who to call. I guess if I haven’t heard from him by morning I’ll start calling hospitals. Where is that damn kid? Can’t he understand what he’s doing to us? I’m going to ground him for life. Unless he’s hurt. Then what am I going to do? Why isn’t he calling? Where the hell is he?
Update: Urine test upon returning home: positive for THC and benzos.
Busy Mom said
I am so sorry. You must have been terrified.
Margarette Rona said
this reminds me of the time when my sister (she was 23 then and was living with me) not home when i got back from work. it was past midnight and her cellphone was off. it scared the wits out of me. all the bad things that could happen to a girl out in the big city in such an ungodly hour…i was crying and crying that my mother has to ease me through a phone call, saying my sister surely knows what she’s doing and that its gonna be okay.
she was safe and far from the ugly stuff i had thought of. but there was already a precedence before that happened. and i couldnt help thinking it might happen again and how i would never forgive myself if that is so.
i should have trust her more that she can take care of herself.
Rhea said
This reminds me of a Farside cartoon, where we talk to the dog and the dog understands: “Blah, blah, blah, Rex, blah blah blah blah.”
Cheryl said
Long distance warm thoughts and hugs from upstate NY.