N: "He's mine you know. Not yours. No matter what you say or do, he will never, ever, ever be yours."
C: "Yes, Nadena. I know that he is your child. I'm not trying to replace you as his mother. I'm just trying to be his friend and give him a strong foundation for the future that shows the two of us can work together for his benefit, along with his father."
N: "YOU are not to be involved whatsoever in creating any kind of foundation for Devan. That responsibility is strictly for me and Jason. I don't want you involved in any way with his life."
C: "That is going to be a little difficult to do, Nadena, since I am now married to Jason, and Devan does spend part of the year with us. Am I supposed to just pretend he isn't here when he visits and completely ignore him? Devan has come to me asking things that are inappropriate, and he's basing that on what you have told him when he calls you every five minutes."
N: "You be careful with your tone of voice when you speak to me, *itch. My son has a cell phone so that he can call whenever he needs ME. Not you. If he is coming to you for ANYTHING you need to tell him to call ME or his father. He should not be asking you anything at all. Ever. Do you understand me?"
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Yesterday morning, I enjoyed breakfast with a family of my choosing. Celebrating the 60th birthday of my friend with carrot cake and coffee. Time spent laughing and making plans for future weekend road trips.
A powerful and sad story - echoed around the world. How I love your final paragraph. Hope is a fragile essential.
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DeleteAnonymous is me, thecontemplativecat, This was excellent. The words fit together very nicely.
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DeleteThis is so very sad, I worry about the Devan's of the world who get the rough end of the stick too many times. How will they ever learn to form loving relationships of their own?
ReplyDeleteThat I don't know. It is very sad, tho, because the examples we see as children often continue the dysfunctional family roles and values we carry into adulthood.
DeleteMy heart aches for all children caught in such a firing line. Well told.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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