There’s a lot of hate in Buck. Right now, he says he hates us (BR and me). Doesn’t like us, doesn’t want to talk to us, can’t wait to get away from us. Says he has a plan for when he graduates high school, but won’t tell us what it is.
We can’t tell if he’s telling lies or just can’t relay ideas clearly. One minute he’s telling us that he’s staying the night with a friend on Sunday, and then shortly after that he’s saying that it’s for tonight, and that he never told us it was Sunday.
We wound up having a yelling match in the front yard tonight (after he slammed grocery bags into the wall when I went to BR to ask him if he had heard that Sunday night was the sleepover…I thought I had misheard, but BR had the same impression as me). It was pretty intense. I was trying to tell him that when he does his chores without being told and turns in his schoolwork like he should we’ll trust him more. He, in turn, kept saying/yelling that he’s made changes ‘in his mind’ and that ‘we can’t see them but they are there and he doesn’t want to show us because he hates us’. The cat didn’t like it…she kept walking around us and meowing.
The argument or whatever the hell you want to call it continued. Then the cat walked up behind Buck and bit him on his leg.
I knew I liked that cat. But we still haven’t gotten anywhere with Buck.