The Boy and The Girl were home last weekend. I had just returned from a week of travel, and the three of us were drinking catching up, while tormenting the dog. (Note to the “Mother Of The Year” Award Nominating Committee Members? Move along… there’s nothing to see here…)
Around midnight, the doorbell rang. The Boy looked out the window, and said “oh, that’s D…”, and went downstairs to open the door. Since most of his friends have been banished from the house (due to a series of incidents last summer), he stepped out on the porch to chat.
Less than 5 minutes later, he came back upstairs, looking a little rattled and confused. “That was awkward…”
“Who was it? What was that about?”
“It was D and his brother. Wanting to know if I’d slept with his brothers’ girlfriend.”
The Girl and I both demanded answers: “Well? Did you?”
This was met with the noncommital cranial rotation – not a ‘yes’, not a ‘no’, but some general head movement… and some mumbles along the lines of “kinda blacked out… ” and “… i might have been drinking the first time”.
Clearly, guilty as charged.
“Well what did you tell them?”
“Damn… D’s brother is a big guy… HUGE guy… I kinda said a lot of ‘huh’s?’ and ‘what’s?’ and said I wasn’t really sure about all that, I was pretty drunk most of last summer, and didn’t really remember much…”
The Girl and I, sensing that a sister somewhere has been treated poorly, started the verbal beating – “you shit heel! you really nailed this girl? you don’t even own up to it? you don’t remember!?!?!?”
After another hour of psycho amazon warbitch from hell bludgeoning discussion, we got the rest of the story, and were convinced that while he might have been an asshole about it, he really didn’t know that she was seeing his friends brother. Well, the first time he hooked up… and she was the aggressor… and not just with him, allegedly. Oh, and he is 19 years old. And owns a penis.
Definitely, the kid is showing his ‘roots’. But most disturbing to me? He may have a future in politics…