I haven't seen Jakes since the middle of October. And I don't miss him. We had a huge fight. I mean huge, with police called and threats of charges from both sides.
Huge fight. Nasty fight. I haven't seen or heard from him since. And I don't miss him.
To be honest, and that's what I'm supposed to be doing here, I have been dreading seeing him for a long, long time. I didn't want to go and get him for the weekends. I didn't want to have to argue with him over everything. I was sick of being talked down to by him. I was sick of bowing down to his wishes for everything.
I continued to get him on weekends cause that is what a mother is supposed to do. I continued to see him cause his is my son.
His behavior and disrespect immediately prior to the fight was the last straw for me. So I've decided that I do not have to be treated like that, even by my son. I refuse to be treated like that by my son. Even if he is my son.
So I've said a metaphorical good-bye to him and am trying to enjoy my life.
