He left in a rage, kicking my shopping cart with the watermelon in it cause i asked him to help me with the groceries. He had told me he was too busy "doing something" when I initially asked him. I said nothing but when inside with as many bags as I could carry and started crying. Bob came up to ask what was wrong and I told him what Robbie had said to me. Bob said it was my fault for not "bieng a parent" or being stiricter with Robbie.
I went back out and told my son all his friends had to leave. Party over, end of story. That's when he informned me he was 19 and could do what he wanted. So he left, breaking my cart and his pals left with him.
Then I get a crazy call from my mother. Patty had (wrongly) told her that I walked to Shop Wrong and back. Well, I distinctly recall not locking the door of Bob's car when he left me off in front of the liqour store! But Patty insisted I had walked and now my mother was ranting about my rotten husband making me walk to the store and back! And then my mother wanted to know why I get "crazy" every night--maybe I was starving myself?
I think everyone wants me dead. Well, I'm getting there--fast. My mother said she's "reporting us"--again. Seems she's been doing that for 21 years. Maybe she WANTS me in jail. That has been her goal since 1987 when she got Bob and me fired from Bergen Pines. So things never change, do they?
It's after 11 a.m the following day and I still don't know where my son is. Not that he gives a damn anyhow. Sure hope he can find a job since he's 19!
