V is for Vicious

This week has been a real learning curve for the word Vicious. We are becoming a vicious society. We are allowing our children to become vicious.

My nephew, whose virtues I extol frequently. Whom, I love dearly. Is in some kind of turmoil this week, which has had me literally, clutching my heart in fear. I’ve been worried for his physical well being, without being sure that’s just what was in danger.

My nephew and older niece love to spend time with me because I am their aunt. There is more freedom with me, not to say I am better. But it’s the Aunt thing versus the mom thing. (Ask my son; he’ll tell you I am no bed of roses.) Anyway, my nephew has been asking to come live with my husband and I. I told him, after I got settled I would do my damnedest to make that happen. Week before last, he was happy with that. He was not anxious or wrought about waiting until the mid semester. Then, last Monday, I was on line and he IM’d me and said “How soon can I come live with you?” when I asked if he was serious, she said he was. I explained we’ll be moving and getting settled and we’d see how long it would take, but Christmas was still the plan. He would not talk with me and explain the problem. He just clammed up. I happened to have just been getting off line with my mom at the time, so I sent her the IM’s. She called him and he seemed himself—a teenage boy who doesn’t express himself. We kept after him for two days, to tell us the problem. Then he confronted his mom and said he wanted to live with me now. She did her usual emotional blackmail, and told him no. Feeling he wanted to move to the fun house, rather than live in his home. Thinking she was giving him an alternative he did not want, but none-the-less an alternative, she told him he could go live with my parents if he needed out, so badly. He said OK. I think it shocked her. She called my mom and asked, and my mom, already aware of there was a problem told her, OF COURSE.

You have to understand my sister. She’s in denial 24/7. Her life is not how she planned it, so she lives in a world with a fractured mirror for reality. She has three kids, but the only one that makes her reality list is the littlest one, who happens to the product of my sister’s last, but failed marriage. The other two kids just live there in the house. My sister will profess to be a great mom, but honestly, it’s only to the little one. So while my mom and I knew there was something amiss with my nephew, his mom was saying, “I think he just wants to abandon me.” When my mom told her we’d been trying to find out why he wanted out so suddenly, she said, “I think he’s being pissy.”

Long story short, she has said she’ll let him go. My mom is getting things done to take him there, it’ll happen after next weekend. Well, next weekend is NOT soon enough. My nephew told my sister he wanted to be gone sooner. She put him off, he insisted, she still thinks he’s being pissy. He told her, since he could not be gone sooner, would she at least not even make him go to school this week. To my mother and I saw this as signal flares. She saw it as a desire to skip school. My mom convinced her to go with it. He’s hiding out. Something is terribly wrong.

My nephew loved school until 2 years ago, when he went from button down shirts and jeans that fit, to huge black clothing, Goth styles and Marilyn Mason shirts. He went from playing a violin and listening to classical to death rock. His rebellion against the system was fine (I was a punk rocker at that age). However, the perfect grades left him. The desire for normal left him. Then this summer, I saw another side of him. Hanging out with his favorite cousin, my son, I saw the side that wanted to be normal, come out again. When we talked about him being less Goth, he said it was time. But when school started, his friends would not allow for that. I honestly thought that was the larger part of his problem. Then this week, his frantic appeals to not have to go to school again, I realized he was scared. My husband, in giving his .02 said, “you don’t think it’s a Columbine kind of thing do you?” Normally, I’d blow him off, but honestly, his fear reflected something like that. No, he is not a school shooter—I was worried he was about to be a victim of it.

Somehow, after a week of this, my sister realized he was scared and not a brat. She finally got him to open up. Some girl at school who was not getting his attention like she wanted, threatened him. He told her to bug off; he was not interested in her (he’s a gorgeous young man who girls chase, even when he’s gothed out). The girl sicked her brother on him. My nephew is usually not one to be concerned. But this brother has decided he’s going to “Kill him, cut him up, drown him, and fuck his world up, so he dies in pain.” The thing is, it’s not just this kid, it’s this kids group of elitist snob friends who want to help. My nephew is Mexican and Navajo, with a bit of my family’s white bread thrown in—this is racially motivated in a school of elitist snobs.

~Rant~ UNION SCHOOLS in Tulsa, OK. NEVER SEND YOUR CHILDREN THERE. Where Union was once a good system, it’s overrun by vicious kids. This is not the first problem my family has had. I sent my son to live with his dad, to get out of that school system. My niece was physically threatened daily for two years. The little SOBS run rampant there and are bred into this system of viciousness. ~Rant Over~

Anyway, this kids friends are after my nephew, and my nephews own friends are turning on him. This group of trolling vicious bastards literally is hunting him. And no one will do anything about it, because the kids are all normal, and my nephew is a MEXICAN Goth—therefore a troublemaker.

I keep thinking I want to call the media; I want to show up there at that school and pound the shit out of every one of those bastards. I want to go insane and fuck their little worlds the way they are doing to my nephew. He can’t escape and have a normal life; he has to move out of town to survive this. And worse than that, my niece is 3 grades behind him—will someone turn on her to make him pay?

I am freaked out about this all. My parents are aware of anything I know—which is generally the most info we have. I think if it gets any scarier there, they will move my sister out of Tulsa entirely. I am thinking it is the only real way.

Anyway, this got way long, but I wanted it out. I had two other tales of vicious kids to tell too. My adoptive son, another awesome kid, is in the middle of a police investigation because an ex girlfriend accused him of stalking. Something he did not do. (Yes, I know what I am talking about.) This girl literally just wants to ruin his life, to teach him a lesson.

I think I just need to start scratching eyes out…

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