So if you have been reading here for a while you know that my oldest son of 15, Marshal is a bit of a hot mess. Aside from his rebellious and sometimes rotten attitude he’s a slob, and I’ve complained about his room and laundry situation on more than one occasion here. It’s been a while since I’ve bitched about his room but things haven’t changed all that much; I’ve just been more focused on other things and with being so super pregnant for a while I hadn’t ventured down to his room (or the laundry room for that matter.)
Anyway, yesterday Marshal, blog Henry and I were sitting on the porch while waiting for Marshal’s friends to come pick him up. He had a water bottle in his hand that both he and Henry were playing with and his broken up beat to the ground iphone that he received for christmas from his dad. How the phone even worked in the state that it was is beyond me because the screen was completely shattered from top to bottom and the back bottom piece of the phone was bent in such a way that it was actually pulled apart from the rest of the phone. It worked though and even though it was on it’s last leg he still hasn’t been very careful with it.
Anyway, I’m sure you can figure out that the water bottle spilled and some (not a lot but enough) water got into the busted up phone. He quickly dried it as best as he could and then left when his friend got here.
Hour later I got a phone call from him (from another number) telling me that blog Henry destroyed his phone when he dumped water on it. Blog Henry is two so how he could try to blame him is beyond me and also I remember the event differently as my memory places blog Henry on the other side of me at the time that the water spilled. Okay, I feel bad that his phone doesn’t work, really I do but for him to blame blog Henry is ridiculous and especially so because I think he feels like I should buy him a new phone. For the low low price of $600. Dude. Not happening. I wouldn’t even buy you a phone in the first place because you don’t take care of anything and also even if Henry did spill the water, why weren’t you protecting your broken ass phone around water anyway. And honestly, I think Marshal is the one who spilled it to begin with!
So anyway, he didn’t ask for a new phone but I cut the conversation short before he could imply any further that any of this was my problem. Hours later he starts flipping out on me about child support and how I never buy him clothes and he has none and I don’t take him to get haircuts or do anything I’m supposed to do for him. Haircuts: he goes with his friends and gets them done, hasn’t asked me to take him in months and the last time he did, didn’t want to wait the 4 days that I said I would take him. Clothes: all, and I do mean ALL, of his clothes live on the floor of his room. He destroys them and doesn’t wash them and somehow I am supposed to feel gung-ho about spending hundreds of dollars every season buying him more clothes for him to throw on the floor, give away to friends and overall not take care of. He was furious with me and I know it was ultimately about him feeling wronged about his phone not working but seriously, again.. Not my problem.
I’ve told this kid to clean his room (keep it clean?) once or twice a week for the past 3 years. He “cleans” it once every 4-6 weeks and then feels like I am evil and not holding up to my end of the relationship. Are his clothes that he has now beat up and in need of replacing, yes but it’s not for any other reason than him cutting them up, drawing on them, losing them and otherwise destroying them. I bought him 4 pairs of expensive jeans last fall that would still fit him this fall but he decided to cut them into shorts rather than wear the real shorts he has. He wants $200 sneakers.. I haven’t spend $200 on shoes in total in 5 years, he behaves badly, trashes stuff and thinks I’m just gonna be like okay pick out what you want!
Ugh! Am I wrong for not caring that he now hates me for not buying him new clothes every few months? Or a new phone if that is what this is about?