Ok, So I told the story of the booze in the duffel bag in my home..the home of a drunk...the home where that is NEVER allowed. If you don't know the story back it up and read.
OK, So same day...I had to work on New Years Eve..again back it up and read the hospital horn blowing. BUT, yes the horn blowing came only after the tears. My tears.
I guess this is why it took me so long to post this. It is still so hard now. Breathe in...Breathe out...
So It was that we were planning on having "our" family Christmas on New Year's day". My Son , decided to be such an ass the day before. I might have been able to forgive the dufel bag on the back deck.
But, Just before I went to work that day....ya the day I made nurses mad, but patientce happy...ya that day..I had to suck back tears. I had to suck back tears because my son had many bottles, of booze, some empty, some full. I tried to trust him. It is so unfortunate I can't. I can't even believe I missed it...I feel so stupid.
His step-father asked if he wanted to be punished, or beaten.
It was not a good day.
I am forever trying to do the ight thing, I am forever praing to God,
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Technically, I asked if he wanted to be punisher or beaten FIRST - it was only a question of order
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