After another weekend without SS, things are rocky at best. Andrew and I are in a bit of a skiff - it's unrelated to SS, but honestly I think he's on edge (and me, too) because SS once again is pulling Andrew in a million directions.
First he calls Saturday saying he misses his dad and wants to go to visit my family for Memorial Day. Despite the fact that my family (my Dad and multiple siblings) has attempted to embrace Trevor, it's still a bit odd since 1) he hates traveling and they live 3 hours away and 2) we were actually at my family's place when he called, and he knew that. So, I guess on the surface, things sounded like Trevor was possibly coming around and wanting to spend good family time together.
And then Sunday he texts his dad claiming he "needs" shoes and can his dad get some for him this weekend when he comes. Keep in mind the kid hasn't been around for four months and he still is grounded for two weekends when he does come. This is pretty much a pattern with SS - only come over when he "needs" something. Actually he's "needed" shoes pretty much non-stop for the two years I have been in his life. Yes, we want to keep him in shoes - he's growing tremendously! But I think we both are a little disgusted by his greediness in conjunction with his perpetual rejection of his dad.
And it was only 40 minutes after infamous text that Andrew and I got into our skiff (coincidence?). And that's never good. Due to past experiences, my reaction to most criticism is to shut down. And Andrew's reaction is to act like nothing is wrong, which only makes me madder. So what should have been a simple fix is now a "we're not talking to each other", full on argument. It's days like today that I wish I could swallow my pride easier....I'll blame it on my gag reflex.
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