The Hitch

Bullies don't ever stop being bullies. Much like leopards - their spots remain the same.  There is a movement on against the antics of bullies and those that support such foolishness.  The greater good is that bullies are not welcome in most social spheres.  The hitch is that in this case, the bully is dad.  An individual who laughs at a little boy's tears and is maddened by any support in spite of his own freakish behavior. I seek for another name or title, but most of what I conjure is depreciating and (though valid) doesn't encompass the full range of destitute that belongs to this ... thing.  Let's back up a bit, shall we?

7pm: we're waiting in the driveway.

7:10pm: through a dim driveway light comes the sullen figure of a little boy, dragging behind him his belongings with drooping shoulders.

7:12 - 7:20pm: come the story of how said thing taunted and teased, punched, smacked and kicked him while he attempted to gather his things because his mom (me) was waiting outside. The bullying went on for fifteen minutes, maybe twenty...where thing and thing's cousin made fun of my little boy. He mentioned that as he raised his hands to his face in order to deflect a blow from dad, dad's cousin kicked him in the side.  And as he fell to the floor and asked no less than five times to "please stop" - Dad and cousin told him that he would be caught in many a fight because he's "a pussy"...that he should tear off the ear of his opponent and show it to him/her and that they would then go into shock, rendering him the winner....that he needs to "learn how to fight" (said through slurred and staggered speech as supported by the empties around the house)...that he probably had his card turned in school (a behavioral modification in the classroom) because you were looking at other boys' *expletive* (parts)... and that he wasn't to "bullshit (his) mother when you tell her this story".

7:21pm: Gasping cries evidenced this little boy's hopelessness as he proclaimed: "He says he loves me but he acts like he doesn't. I don't like him. I'm not going back".

7:22pm: "I'm not going back there".

7:23pm: "I'm not going back".

7:25pm: "Mom, please don't make me go back there".


7:27 - 9:58pm: Now finally asleep in his bed, my mind continues to stir with heavy emotions and bitter, bitter anger.  Bound by words on paper that entail every detail of life, I feel I am rendered as helpless as I know my child feels.  In good conscience I cannot take him there -- allow him to be entrusted to the "care" of a thing that is no better than an immature imbecile who revels in loathsome antics that serve only to belittle, disparage and depreciate others. If he can get in a tormenting punch, or slap, hit, kick, shove, or festering tease - he does.

And yet, I - as a mother, am supposed to be accomplice to the delivery of my child to a person that should not have anything to do with, or around children.  Bullies = abusive parasites / parasites = bullies. Have to remove the feeding grounds.