Monday, August 24, 2009

Me A Sadist, Hell Yeah!

Some may remember Hannah went on her first date last fall, and then she acquired her first boyfriend from said date. Cameron seemed an okay guy, not exactly what I had in mind for my daughter, but still okay. He got along with everyone, and for some unknown reason that none in my family have been able to explain, he loved my mother, though he admitted that she terrified him at times. He went camping with my parents and helped Bill's parents with construction jobs around their house. Where he lacked a certain appeal in the beginning, in time he grew on us with his socialable nature and comical attitude. We also witnessed transformations in his personality for the better, and he won us over...the lying little shit. Strike that. Cameron is not small; therefore, the lying big shit characterizes him better. I was duped. I gave him a benefit of a doubt, and he ultimately betrayed my trust and faith in him. Hannah was given some freedom and made extremely poor choices, and I chose to remove my daughter from Cameron's harmful lifestyle.

Things about Cameron came to light this summer. Their relationship revolved around an extremely unhealthy situation, and unfortunately, to my sincerest regret the relationship lasted long enough to produce enough venom to cause damage to my and Hannah's relationship. I'm seen as the culprit in their minds, but who wants to be popular when the well being of my child is at stake? In the end, I'm her mother, and I can be a mean bitch when I need to be one, especially when my child needs protection. It wasn't a nice break-up. Am I wrong to enjoy the moment when my mother knocked the shit out of Cameron in her yard? Bill said that it was an amazing hit. My brother had taught my mother to never hit someone when you are standing still, be walking or running, and mother followed through with his teachings. Bill said that he had to look at the ground because of the smile on his face from the sheer satisfaction of the hit. Later, my mother felt upset with herself because while she punched Cameron in the face, Bill had spoken to Cameron about getting his life together and becoming a better person. I still like the hit. From what Bill tells me, my mother has an awesome right hook.

Hannah is only 16 years-old, and she has grand plans of reuniting with Cameron when she is 18 years-old. At that age, I can't stop her from being with him, but I can for the next two years. They are to have no contact of any kind, including through their mutual friends, unless Cameron and his mother want to end up in a very unsavory place. I blame his mother more than I blame Cameron. She raised him to believe that certain things are okay, and they're not. I may feel sorry for him with the road he's currently traveling in life, but my child comes first. That fact is non negotiable. Maybe Cameron can change, but as it stands now, he is not anywhere near worthy for my Hannah. She's always looked to me to fix any hardship in her life, and as her mother, I have readily battled her dragons. She expects me to fix her hurt this time, but I refuse to fix it, at least not with her terms. Hopefully, she'll eventually understand my refusal to bend to her wants concerning Cameron. Until then, I'm dealing with a mood swinging teenager. One minute she is a smiling, laughing, happy-go-lucky girl, and the next she is crying like the world is ending. Far too often it's her world ending. Yet, she has to learn that life goes on and brings happiness again in other forms.

It's a small town in which we live, and I know that Hannah will run into Cameron or his family and friends. In fact, Cameron and Hannah have already run into each other at a gas station, and this past Friday night was New Albany's first home football game of the season. They saw each other there, too. They both know the rules, no talking. The pressure must have gotten to Hannah because she came home during half time. I asked her if they spoke to one another, and she replied instantly, "No, of course not!" Then she went on to tell me that they did smile and look at one another numerous times from their seats. Is this beginning to sound like a bad romance novel or what? So, my thinking is that it's time to bring in reinforcements: Kristen and Susie. They were caught in the Cameron and Hannah conflict this summer. They love Hannah, but they were not blind to the herculean mistakes she was making. After having to suffer and witness Hannah's irrational behavior concerning the unworthy Cameron, they are more than primed for revenge, mainly against Cameron, but it's also difficult to watch someone you love act so stupid. The revenge is not diabolical in nature, but it does lend credibility to my sadistic imagination. Hannah needs an awakening to show her just how irrational she is acting.

Do you remember the 80's soap opera Santa Barbara? If you do, then you probably remember the couple Kelley and Joe. Kelley was the rich girl, and Joe was from the wrong side of the tracks. Kelley's father hated Joe. I can't remember all the details, but someone set Joe up with a crime, which he served jail time for supposedly committing. When the soap opera began, Joe had just been released, and Kelley and Joe were not to be around one another. Yet, they still burned with unrequieted love for one another, and every time that they ran into each other, they would stop and stare into each other's eyes and a particular song would play in the background. The song was If Ever You're In My Arms Again by Peabo Bryson. The song is cheesey enough to cause constipation and became annoying as hell very quickly in the soap. I heard it enough to remember it to this day, and it was the first thing I thought of when Hannah told me of her and Cameron's staring. I've since taught the song to Kristen and Susie and told them to sing it very loudly at the next football game when they catch Hannah and Cameron looking at one another. While eagerly awaiting their impromptu serenade, they have choreographed hand motions to go along with the song. I'm really hoping that I am well enough to attend the next home football game. I would hate to miss the show! I savor the thought of them singing off key at the top of their lungs...

...We had a once in a lifetime...But I just couldn't see, until it was gone...A second once in a lifetime, may be too much to ask...But I swear from now on...

(
Chorus) If ever you're in my arms again...This time I'll love you much better...If ever you're in my arms again...This time I'll hold you forever...This time will never end...

Sing along! You know you know the words. ;)

Come on. I'm not that cruel of a mother, but I am experiencing tremendous joy and satisfaction over my cleverness. I'll wear my horns gladly. Believe me, I have been tortured lots this summer with Hannah's pining, and I just want my daughter back. Is that so bad? Cease the mourning already. He's not worth the time and tears, or my sanity for that matter. I've allowed her time to grieve in her dramatic, teenage fashion, and I can't stand another long spill of listening to her praise Cameron. I shudder at the thought. Like my Aunt Linda said, "There comes a time in all of our lives where we think an unsuitable guy has a golden asshole, and Hannah is caught by the golden asshole spell." A very wise woman, my Aunt Linda. As we all know, except Hannah, it's not really golden; so, when is it going to turn to green in her eyes?!? How she sees Cameron is an illusion. In reality, Cameron remains a warty old toad with a tarnished ass.

What do you think? Am I a horrible mother? Have you ever had a friend or family member who dated a poisonous person? Did you help in getting rid of the person? Did the friend or family member annoy you with his or her belief in the no account, dirty, rotten snake? Those of you with kids, do you find it as difficult as I do to see one hurt, knowing that you could fix it, but refusing to sacrifice your child to give him or her temporary happiness? I'm praying that she will thank me in the long run.