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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 689005" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>I am trying to fathom what you mean here, I cannot recall one thing you have posted anywhere that I have read that would warrant this response.</p><p></p><p>What elaborate plans for his return? You mean, mine? He may yet return.</p><p></p><p>Albatross. Thank you for your post. It is helpful for me to really absorb just how mean he can be. When things are not one hundred percent lovely for him...say, 92 percent...he turns it around...to make it 98 percent horrible for us.</p><p></p><p>I am fantasizing now, was my mistake to go to his room and for us to tell him we changed our minds...about the place to stay and the job? Was that the error? Humanity. Flexibility. </p><p></p><p>Does he see this as blood in the water, and does he automatically expose his eye teeth?</p><p></p><p>Or is it something more benign, does he feel better and safer with a hard line? Who knows? It underscores however there is no room here in this for us. This is a monologue. That may give the appearance of having dialog, but not really. He is playing this out he and himself. And that is as it should be. So our role is Greek Chorus. </p><p></p><p>So be it.</p><p>This is my son's set of defenses...the minute life does not go his way. Instead of wondering, oh, how could I do better next time...where is there learning, here.... He falls on his (training wheel) double-edged sword (that has fake blood and a blunt edge (on his side), screams Hari Kari real loud, and <em>the next thing you know you have blood streaming out of your gut</em>, and son is in the kitchen eating all of the food in sight and leaving all of the pans for you to wash.</p><p></p><p>Such is (my life). M is discouraged. The word he used was "beat." We both have migraines. </p><p></p><p>But, undeterred, I went to the college library to look for my son. Why? I feel bereft and want to reassure him. How sick is that? Thank goodness he was nowhere in sight.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 689005, member: 18958"] I am trying to fathom what you mean here, I cannot recall one thing you have posted anywhere that I have read that would warrant this response. What elaborate plans for his return? You mean, mine? He may yet return. Albatross. Thank you for your post. It is helpful for me to really absorb just how mean he can be. When things are not one hundred percent lovely for him...say, 92 percent...he turns it around...to make it 98 percent horrible for us. I am fantasizing now, was my mistake to go to his room and for us to tell him we changed our minds...about the place to stay and the job? Was that the error? Humanity. Flexibility. Does he see this as blood in the water, and does he automatically expose his eye teeth? Or is it something more benign, does he feel better and safer with a hard line? Who knows? It underscores however there is no room here in this for us. This is a monologue. That may give the appearance of having dialog, but not really. He is playing this out he and himself. And that is as it should be. So our role is Greek Chorus. So be it. This is my son's set of defenses...the minute life does not go his way. Instead of wondering, oh, how could I do better next time...where is there learning, here.... He falls on his (training wheel) double-edged sword (that has fake blood and a blunt edge (on his side), screams Hari Kari real loud, and [I]the next thing you know you have blood streaming out of your gut[/I], and son is in the kitchen eating all of the food in sight and leaving all of the pans for you to wash. Such is (my life). M is discouraged. The word he used was "beat." We both have migraines. But, undeterred, I went to the college library to look for my son. Why? I feel bereft and want to reassure him. How sick is that? Thank goodness he was nowhere in sight. [/QUOTE]
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