So, here I sit, wondering, why? Why not?
Being a single parent isn't always easy; even if I don't have to shoot my ideas at someone else first. Being a parent of a child who has had a traumatic injury is even harder. Especially when everyone else thinks this child has healed completely and is just fine. It's in the every day interactions that you notice the small differences in them. Really not noticable in a short 30 minute visit or a text message.
How do I cope? I guess I'm not coping very well at the moment. I'm frazzled and at my wits end; or at least it feels like that at times during he day.
Talking to him is impossible. He secludes himself in his room and only comes out to get another soda or bake some fries. I do get a hug now and then and even a kiss. He gets easily frustrated with me for trying to help him. So, I've stopped asking him if he needs any help. He wants to fend for himself - fine! Kinda hard to do when you are on crutches, but, hey, I won't interfere. That's what he wants, after all.
Now he's smoking again. I let him go to friends birthday party at the casino and he comes back with cigarettes. He doesn't care that his brain is still healing from massive injuries. He's unstoppable and believes that GOD won't take his life now until he's an old man. He can do anything, he thinks.
I just don't get it.
