A Letter

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I lived it, I wrote it, it pains me still

Submitted: June 19, 2008

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Submitted: June 19, 2008

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Dear Parents,

 

Since you son decided a ‘Statement’ was in both ‘parties’ best interests I decided that though I will not demean myself to write something so blatantly meant to insult. I would set down the events in my own light, giving you both sides of the story to disencourage bias.

 

Let me state this now. I am not of the mindset to speak impartially. But will attempt to leave out excessive swearing, that I can offer you, and no more.

 

Your son arrived home at approximately 5:15. He ‘baggsed’ the computer and disappeared. At 5:45 I entered the computer room and requested the use of the computer at 6:30, giving your son 45 minutes. He refused. When asked why, his answer was simple, because I am on the computer and will remain so until a time of my choosing. Granted his reply was less articulate but I have summed it up in with that line. I asked again. It was fair that I got the computer, I was giving him 45 minutes and it was a reasonable request. Again he refused. I asked repeatedly for 10 minutes, the answer, an unswerving NO. I then admittedly threatened to contact you. I had a right to go on the computer, I was being fair and he was being unreasonable. When he continued to refuse to even discuss the topic with me, I took up the phone.

 

I relayed the course of events to you and was instructed to hand the phone over. After demanding I leave the room, which I refused, your son spoke with you. Upon hanging up he placed the phone on engaged and turned back to the computer. Silently.

“Well, what did he say?” I asked
“To co-operate” Your son replied.
“So you agree, I can have the computer at 6:30?”
“No.”
 

I protested and was informed that your son had been instructed to ensure his miscreant sister did not call again. Hence the engaged phone. I continued to press him. How dare he disobey or twist your demands so? I asked myself. What gives him the right?

 

I refused to leave; now demanding he give me the computer at 6:30. He flew off the handle, pushing past me. I had gotten the computer, but not my way. I followed him, we argued. I DID NOT INSULT HIM and yet he say fit to call me a stupid bimbo. Again I followed him,

“Talk to me”, I demanded

Again he yelled and threatened, before storming off and slamming the door as he swept into his room.

 

I tried to reason with him. I spent 50 minutes standing outside his door trying to reconcile with him. I agreed to apologise for being unreasonably stubborn about the computer and for bringing you into the argument if he would concede he had been unreasonable by refusing to even negotiate with me. Silence. I agreed to give him the computer to a time agreed on by both of us if he conceded it was incorrect of him to refuse even after you had intervened. Silence. I explained how demeaning it had felt to be treated as if I was less important, less deserving of a turn on the computer than him. Silence. I cajoled, reasoned, questioned, demanded, nigh on begged for reconciliation. I was willing to concede I was wrong on matters where I new beyond a shadow of a doubt I was correct. Silence.

 

I was reasonable. The other night when I was on the computer, you son came in and asked for its use. I accepted. I stopped what I was doing to give him what he wanted, to be kind and caring. I expected the same treatment in return. I was sorely disappointed. I did not demand it immediately like he did, I took his feelings into consideration. I was reasonable, I was in the right. And I will not make the same mistake twice. 

 

I opened your son’s door. He sat, head down, writing. He explained he was writing a statement, containing his side of the story and everything I said, obviously skipping all words of reconciliation spoken, focusing solely on every slight I muttered. I asked why he was writing it.

“Simple, so that when mum and dad come to me and refuse to leave like you are doing now I will read them this.” 

Said so politely, so reticently, it was more insulting than all the insults in the world.

 

Yet I persisted, I did not wish to fight over this when you got home. I reasoned again and again. And he kept writing. When asked why he was doing this, why be so nasty and hurtful he replied in that same insultingly polite voice,

“You have pushed me too far”

It took every ounce of control I owned not to lose control. And still I persisted, I thought I could reason with him, make him understand, make it better. And still he refused and continued to write.

 

That is when I left. At 6:50 I sat down and began to compose this letter. Your son has crossed the line one to many times. I will no longer tolerate his belittling comments and attempts to assert dominance. Not once this afternoon did I swear at your son. I have endured ENOUGH. I will end this quickly and to the point.

 

NO LONGER am I willing to apologise for any part of my actions. NO LONGER am I willing to reconcile with your son. NO LONGER will I endure your son’s blatant and self-imposed superiority and dominance. I AM CORRECT IN THIS MATTER IN EVERY WAY. And your son will rue the day he refused to see reason.

 
YOUR SON HAS PUSHED ME TOO FAR
 
XXX


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