Bup’s still smoking pot and probably popping a few pills as well. His behavior has gotten no better and no worse. He is relatively cooperative at home, as long as we never disagree with him or set a limit on his behavior. But when “no” appears in our vocabulary, he gets plenty angry, though eventually he calms down. In many ways, he’s a typical teenager. Or at least a typical “troubled” teenager.
The stresses on our family have become very apparent to me after having spent time with each of the kids. Sometimes I think Bup’s behavior is a cause, sometimes a symptom of the ongoing stress in our family. Two parents with stressful jobs, two teenagers, two cats, a dog, and way more debt than we should have means we all carry around a lot of stress and strain. Relationships suffer. Attitudes suffer. Our ability to remember the good in each other and our lives suffers. And this blog suffers, because I haven’t had time or energy to write. Many readers have dwindled away, but maybe they’ll come back.
I wanted to write every day, but if I do that, this blog will have to be about more than Bup. It’ll have to be more and more about me, and frankly, that scares me a bit. I can’t afford to lose my anonymity and end up dooced. I can’t afford to risk too much, even though I really long to “let it all hang out.” Blogging is hard that way. So bear with me as I figure it out.