Possibly the most horribly amusing Cary Tennis letter in awhile. (Salon) I can't stop snickering. I'm bolding the most amusing lines.
"I have a hard question for you. At what point do you give up on a child?
I had my son when I was 19 (something I would never advise to anyone else). After he was born, my mother told me it would be easier to live with her (even though she is a hideous slob and I'm a neat freak), and because of her schedule (she's a teacher), she could watch him for me in the evenings while I worked and went to college.
That seemed fine. After my son was 2, I moved out but continued to let her watch him on weekends while I worked as a waitress. Then I found out that she was teaching him to lie to me behind my back ("Don't tell Mommy I got this for you -- it'll make her mad. Just pretend you've had it all along"), taking him to movies I didn't want him to see (I'm sorry, a 4-year-old does not need to see "Jurassic Park" -- the nightmares he had were proof), and telling him, "Wouldn't it be fun if you lived with me all the time?"
Fast-forward 10 years. The entire time I've been working hard (even dropping out of college for a time so he wouldn't grow up the way I did -- poor with kids making fun of his clothes), attending school functions, and basically just trying to be as good a mom as I knew how. I know I'm far from perfect, but I did try. When he was 12, we moved to the coast so I could attend law school in another city (a city far, far away from the hick town I grew up in). My husband is trying very hard to be a good stepfather, but my son wants none of it. After about a year, I let him go to my mother's for the summer. When he comes back, his grades drop from A's and B's to F's. Turns out he's been doing his homework (under our supervision), then taking it to school and throwing it away. Then he starts acting out, starting fights, running away (only a couple of blocks away), etc. We try counseling, medication, nothing works. Finally he tells us that he's going to be as bad as he has to be until he's sent to live with his grandmother.
I was in the middle of finals at my first year of law school and at my wits' end, so I sent him back. I thought I was doing him a favor, taking him away from my backwoods hillbilly beginnings (my mother thinks evolution is a trick from the devil), getting him into a more culturally diverse area. I figured it would be temporary. Guess what? He doesn't want to come back. He is now "saved" and makes constant excuses not to come visit. What's more, I can only talk to him by calling my mother and she rarely answers her phone and "loses" any mail I send him. (Seriously, I called three times a day for eight weeks straight and got nothing.) But he's making good grades, even though he's abandoned all the activities he was doing out here (violin, art, etc.).
No one else in my family will have anything to do with my mother. She was abusive when my siblings and I were young, then "found Jesus" and became such a nut about it that none of her kids speak to her. Every time I call and get no answer, I get angry and get headaches. I'm angry at both of them, and if I had known this was how things would turn out, I would have put him up for adoption with a nice, normal, middle-class couple in a city. Now he's going to turn into an uneducated, mullet-sporting Jesus freak, and quite frankly, I'm ready to wash my hands of the entire situation."
(I need to interject here. The kid is choosing to become an uneducated, mullet-sporting Jesus freak. He apparently likes it. Even if you ride him roughshod now, he can still choose to become an uneducated, mullet-sporting Jesus freak when he hits 18 anyway. Unfortunate, yes, but I guess he took after Grandma in the gene pool.)
"He clearly doesn't want to be here with me. He makes no effort to contact me. Neither of them answer the phone when it rings. Quite frankly, I don't think trying to be his mother is worth all the anger and heartache anymore. I tried to reach them for three weeks about booking his ticket to come visit for the summer, but never got a response. Finally I just booked the ticket. Two days before he was to come out for the entire summer, he calls and says he only wants to stay a month because he wants to stay with his grandmother and go to church camp (which I remember from my own youth -- it's where you get the real good drugs)."
(I cannot stop laughing at "church camp- it's where you get the REAL GOOD DRUGS!" Bwahahahah!)
"Can I cut him off? I seriously spend half my day just wishing my mother would die. It would solve a few problems.
At what point do I say, "This is not my kid anymore -- this is her kid"? Please help."
Cary's answer can be summed up as, "No, you're stuck."

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