My Single Mom Life

I forgot to post this here last night, I was still kinda pissed off but here's what I wrote. And I will add the photo evidence tomorrow.

I have a beautiful leather living room set, ok, had a beautiful leather living room set.

When I came home from the hospital in late February, I noticed a very small tear on one of the cushions of the sofa. These cushions are one piece, do not flip, do not come apart.
One small tear.
Ok, I can deal with that.
Slowly over these last few months, that small tear has grown to the size of a baseball.
The padding inside the cushion is being picked at, it's obvious someone in this house is doing this.

For weeks now, both sons have denied all involvement in this destruction of the sofa.
Tonight though, I just threw it out that I knew that Sebastian was the culprit and I forced him to sign an IOU stating when he grows up, he owes me one leather sofa.
He still denied it yet signed it anyway very angrily.

A few minutes later, I casually asked how the tears and scratches are happening to it.
He let it slip out, after weeks of denial, that he used a fork to destroy my couch.
The look on his face was a pure oh shit moment. Like did she hear me say that? Please god, let her not have heard my confession.

I heard it.
I was stunned.
A fork.
He used a fork to destroy my sofa.

I am restraining myself pretty damn well.
I haven't yelled or stormed off in a huff. I haven't hit or threatened to kill him.
I am sitting here, blood boiling, anger raging, deep inside me.
A fork.
He destroyed my furniture with a fork.

They have a 4 day weekend.
No school Monday for the holiday, and no school Tuesday for one of those professional days.

I will make it through this without harming him.
But what started off as a joke about that IOU, is now going to be fucking notarized and I'm going to make that little crapper buy me a new sofa when he grows up.