My Single Mom Life

I wrote that entry last night about my leather sofa and wouldn't you know it? Some anonymous fucktard from San Francisco, has to chime in;

Are you kidding me? This is a stoopid leather sofa and your son is obviously needing some real mom attention. How ridiculous to demand that he buy you a replacement when he grows up. Maybe you should grow up and find out what the source of your son's anger is. He isn't right to gouge your sofa, but not only are you showing him that your sofa seems more important than his emotional chaos, but you also demonstrate an unhealthy attachment to the material things of this world as well as a selfishness I'm sure you don't intend to impart to him. I know how difficult being a single mom is, I am one. I've been just as angry and selfish, but I have come to realize the tender needs of emotional states that are often a baffaling introduction to homonal changes are the most important element in this scenario. Please be compassionate with your son and yourself. I know you can both clear this up with unconditional love and a lack of self-righteousness. The best of luck to you.

I was being sarcastic you turd.
I would never make my child buy me a new sofa when they grow up.
Geez.
Yes, I did make him sign an IOU before I even got the truth out of him. Why? Because I needed to get the truth out of him.
Making him feel a little guilt and a little remorse, the possibility of really being in trouble for it, helps Sebastian spill the beans.

You don't know my kids and you obviously don't know me.
And people wonder why I have slowed down in my blogging and taken a lot of things private. Anonymous assheads who think they know everything.

Sebastian is a unique child. He knows what he does is wrong, but he has trouble admitting when he does wrong. It is only when he is faced with consequences, will he confess and apologize for his deeds.

As far as me being a materialistic bitch and selfish, you are so far off the mark it's ridiculous.
I have next to nothing. I own nothing of any real value at all.
When I was down on my luck, I sold off everything that wasn't nailed down practically, to pay my bills and feed my children.
My cd collection? Gone. My DVD collection? Gone.
Most of my home furnishings? Gone.
I had yard sale after yard sale, ebayed like a mad woman, all to pay bills and provide for my family when I had to stop working.

This living room set? Yes, it means something to me.
It was they very first living room set I ever bought with my own money. Everything we had before it was hand me down furniture from friends, from the side of the road on trash days, from yard sales.
My house was a mismatched hodge podge of places to sit.
My entire house was full of pre-loved items.
Including my kitchen!
Just this past Christmas, I got matching sets of cookware and bake ware for the first time ever.
It means something to me, not because of the cost, but because I earned it. I did it on my own.
It didn't cost me a lot of money either, maybe $2,500 for the sofa, love seat, coffee table and two ends, from Rooms to go. But it was because I did it. I was finally able to have something that matched, something nice, for my family to sit on. Something I was proud of if people came by for a visit.
There's nothing wrong with being proud of an accomplishment after years of struggle and hard work.

That IOU? It was torn up and thrown away after he told the truth. It was a means to a confession.
Sebastian is loved and well taken care of.
His reasons for it are heartbreaking. It started while I was in the hospital. He is my boy, a mommas boy through and through. He hugs me at least 100 times a day, tells me he loves me. I do the same to him. He was hurting without me here. He was afraid something would go wrong and I would die while in the hospital. It was too much for him to take.
All of this came out after the confession. A long talk between us about that very hard time for him while I was gone and those first very hard weeks after I came home. He just kept picking at it out of boredom after awhile he said.
It was devastating to him to see me in so much pain and unable to care for myself. I was the rock of this family, I did everything, provided all, did all, and suddenly, I was unable to and the burden shifted to my sons and my sister for a few weeks.

I knew most of this, what he said, because Mark and I had a long talk about it one afternoon while Sebastian was off playing with friends.
Mark told me everything, how much Sebastian cried and worried.
He's a loving kid, but has a hard time expressing himself.
I was saving this part of the story for another post. I was hoping to do it today in a much nicer way but instead, I have to reply to some asshat thinking they know my family and me.