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D’s visit update

D had asked to see his Dad on Sunday. He said he wanted to come home after supper, and not spend the night. I emailed X and asked if he agreed to this, if he’d be able to get D home. He said, “Yes.” I should have known better. The last time D successfully stayed over night with his father was Summer, 2011. He was sent home early on Christmas, 2011. He hasn’t seen his dad since then. He hasn’t talked to dad on the phone since January 2013.

X emailed me and said he was having the kids at noon time. I emailed and texted him at 12:30 asking when he’d be coming to get them. 

Roommate came to get kids at 1:20.

D called at 3:30 asking to spend the night. When D got home he said he asked dad, “I’d like to spend the night, what can you do to make that happen?” According to D he was told, “Call your mother and ask her.”  I told D he didn’t have any of his things, and that I’d need an email from X, that would be the first step. I never heard from X about this. I also heard from D once he was home that he wanted to stay because he was having fun playing video games with dad, and that is all the did the whole time he was there. 

I emailed X at 7:15pm asking when he would be bringing D home. I didn’t get a response.

D called me at 8 asking if I could meet him in the school parking lot with his things in the morning.
I told him no, that we made a rule about not calling and asking for more time. He apologized and said he didn’t have a ride home. Roommate wouldn’t bring him that its too late. He asked if I could pick him up. I told D that if dad needs me to come get him I would, but we can’t pass this stuff through the kids, so dad needs to send me an email.

I emailed X. No response.

I called X. No response.

I texted X. No response.

I texted Roommate. No response.

I called A No response.

I called Roommate. No response.

I called A again. “Dads emailing you”, he said. I said I just called to talk to D. A said, “my phones almost dead.” I said ok, but I wanted to talk to D and dad wasn’t answering the phone.

When I talked to D he said he needed to get somewhere private. He said the dad was being very persistent about spending the night. I tried to talk to him about staying the night and getting him a change of clothes in the morning. Then A’s phone died. 

I tried calling X back. I left a voice mail saying that I wanted to talk to D before bedtime. It was after 8:30pm at this point, and if he was going to have D spend the night in his own clothes, and go to school like that in the morning, then I would just pick him up at school and bring him home for a shower and clean clothes. 

Then X called me. I thought it was D calling back, but it wasn’t, it was X. “D wants to spend the night. he’ll be dropped off at school in the morning at 7:30am.” I said no, it would actually be better that if he didn’t plan on bringing D home like we agreed, that he should bring him home, instead of the school in the morning, so he could change and shower and brush. 

Then X started screaming at me that I’ve made D feel terrible for wanting to sleep over. I control everything and D is afraid to tell me that he wants to stay over. And its horrible that I’d be making D late for school on Monday because I wanted him to come home first to get changed. I said “If you choose to keep D past the time we agreed to, there isn’t much I can do from here.” His response was “You’re goddamned right there isn’t ANYTHING you can do!” 

I pointed out that he didn’t have his clothes, his jammies, his toothbrush, that he wasn’t prepared to sleep over tonight, and X said that was because I didn’t bother to send any of his things with him. I said I didn’t know why I would do that – he was only supposed to stay until after dinner. 

Then I asked to talk to D. I asked about 7 times before he stopped screaming at me. 

When I got D on the phone I apologized for making him feel bad about not spending the night,  he said “What? I don’t feel bad.” I said, oh, well Dad said you feel really bad that you can’t sleep over, and well, its late now, so do you have your pajamas on? And had your shower and teeth brushed?” D said “No.” I said oh ok, well, I can just bring you all your things to school tomorrow, or I can pick you up there and bring you home in the morning and then you can change and stuff….”

D said, “I want you to come pick me up. Can you come get me? You have to tell Dad that I don’t want to sleep over. I can’t tell him.” 

I said yes. We’ll leave now. i’ll be there in less than 20 minutes. 

I texted X and told him that D asked me to let him know he wanted to be picked up, and we’d be there in 15 minutes. When we arrived, I rang the doorbell and D came out and we left. 

Once home, D asked me, probably 6 times, to tell dad he doesn’t want to go there tomorrow. He can’t tell him. He doesn’t want to offend him. He doesn’t want to make dad feel bad. He said “I’m going to feel really bad if I have to tell dad I don’t want to go there tomorrow.” I told him I’d take care of it, there isn’t anything D needs to feel badly about.

D also said that X spent a LOT of time talking about 50% of the time he has to stay. Half of the time. 50%. 50% out of 100% of the time. I told D that’s not a thing grownups should be talking to the kids about. That’s for the grownups to work out themselves. 

Then he said, “there were a lot of empty beer bottles in the basement where he stays. And he’s growing his beard back. And he was withered.” I said, “Withered?” husband said, “Do you mean thin?” D said, “No, like withered…” I said, “Like a withered flower?” D said, “Yeah, just minus the flower part.”

At this point D said he’d not sure if he wants to go back any time soon. 

Milo

His name is Milo. He’s a lab “mix”. Turns out “mix”, in this case, was code for hound. D wanted a dog. Really, really, really, really wanted a dog. He wanted a friend. Someone to talk to and to cuddle with. A dog to train of his own, one that would follow him around and be his best friend. 

15 months ago D was chaotic. He was having tantrums and rages and melt downs. He was doing terrible in school. We thought that maybe giving him a dog, something to be responsible for, something he can focus on, maybe this will help. Maybe this will help him make the hurdle into being more responsible. He earned and saved money for 4 months, and finally had enough. We visited the shelter every weekend. He wanted a puppy. We encouraged him to at least meet a few older dogs, but he wanted a puppy. 
The shelter called us and said they had a puppy…do we want it? I said yes. I drove home, picked up our older dog and D and we went to the shelter to meet the puppy. 
Summer liked him ok, and D fell in love. Of course. 
That night we brought his new puppy home, and within 2 hours of him being there he peed and pooped on the floor, was biting and scratching, and D was in tears “I DON’T WANT THIS DOG!” Seriously? I told him “This is what puppies do, D. This is what you’re supposed to work on training them not to do. Its your job to make him into a good dog. This is what you’ve been telling us you wanted to do for the last 4 months.” 

The ensuing weeks D would not take the dog out to use the bathroom with any consistency. We set the timer, we reminded him. We took away all electronics. We made a trail in the woods for him to run with the dog… But, he was cleaning up dog poop and pee all over the place, he would play with him until he got bit or scratched, then he was done. The dog wasn’t housebroken. It was getting old. No matter how many ultimatums I’d make, none of it mattered. D wouldn’t take care of the dog. When I talked about taking him back to the shelter, D would cry and say no no, he would do better. I was sad to think of this awful little puppy in a cage all alone and scared….We decided D needed to start puppy classes. 

Milo learned Sit. Down. Wait. D learned raising and training a puppy is more work than he cares to deal with. 

At the 3 month mark, I took over housebreaking. Within a month, he was fully housebroken, asking to go out when he needed to. 

At the 7 month mark we talked again about taking Milo back to the shelter. Jumping, barking, biting, scratching, chewing….how much is really normal? D couldn’t have friends over, this dog was just too much. He was barking at everyone and every thing. He was jumping on us, the kids, everyone.
We found out that D has ADHD and THAT is why he can’t possibly raise a dog. He doesn’t have the skills…how could I have not seen this before? And holy lord, I think Milo has ADHD too! 

Husband and I decide to take Milo on as our own dog. We decide to remove D from any and all responsibility relating to Milo. Clearly, he can’t handle it, and its just confusing the dog to not have consistency. We’d take him for walks when we could. We tried to get him as much exercise as we could. We both work full time…there is only so much time in the day. 

At the 8 month mark we took him to a dog trainer, the same guy who did our puppy classes. He gave us suggestions. We tried them all. We were consistent. This dog is stubborn. And bossy. He needs a leader. The amount of time I am home is not enough to establish myself as the leader. He’s still jumping, he’s still chewing, he’s still biting and scratching…There isn’t enough time in my day to get him the exercise he needs. We hope it’ll get better. We hope he’ll form some kind of attachment to us, or that we will to him. 

Yesterday, after just short of 12 months, I took him back to the shelter. He sniffed the lady who gave him a new collar and lead, and happily followed her down the hall.He didn’t even look back.

I am sad. I feel like a failure. I should have known D couldn’t handle this. I should have taken him back that night when he said he didn’t want this dog. I should have done better at the beginning…

Fortunately, the shelter in our area is a no kill shelter. I’m certain he’ll be adopted very soon. He’s only 1 year old. He’s a lab mix. He’s fixed. He’s handsome. I’m sure that someone will make him their very own best friend. But, I still feel like a pretty terrible person. 

I know this will be better for Milo. He’ll find a home better equipped to handle him than we were. We were keeping him because we felt guilty. 

For some reason, laying awake and thinking about this last night, this has brought up a lot of crap about my first marriage and my divorce. I stayed because I felt guilty. I ignored all the signs that told me this was a bad situation and I hung on longer than I should have. I tried every avenue possible to lessen the pain, trauma, bullshit, transition, hurt, discomfort that I could (also known as banging my head off of the wall)…and still managing to avoid doing the hard thing. 

Then the day came. I was out of things to try. I had to do the hard thing so that things would eventually be better. I know Milo getting a new home is for the best. I also know the calm in our house will be for the best for us too. But for some reason its still hard. Image

 

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