The feel-good water polo post will have to wait until I get something less feel-good off my chest.
Danger Boy has a cousin who is the same age as he is--they are eight days apart. My nephew has had a difficult life; his mother (who is now deceased) was my sister (This post provides a bit of background). That said, there comes a time when you either get over your difficult childhood and move forward or you wallow in your difficult childhood and your adulthood sucks. Eighteen is that time.
My husband and I have always done our best to help our nephew--we have done so in many ways and at many times. When he was living at our house I persuaded the swim and tennis club to which we belong to put him on our membership; something not generally done, but because we've been members there for twenty years they bent the rules a little. I left him on the membership even after he moved out so that he would have the chance to shoot hoops and use the gym and pool.
I didn't take him off our club membership even after an incident this summer after which he (and three other "boys") were in our house without our permission when we were on vacation. They weren't there to steal, and they didn't have to break a window to ge in, but it was clearly WRONG. The lying about it when our neighbors alerted us and the not 'fessing up until I brought up our security cameras compounded the betrayal we felt.
That betrayal was just the beginning.
Three things you need to know before this saga continues:
- We pay our monthly club dues via automatic payment from our checking account.
- Because we pay our dues automatically we don't actually open the bills that come in the mail.
- Our club allows members to "sign" for purchases--not that there's much to "purchase"--this is not a country club.
I'm tempted to stop here and have you guess the rest of the story (maybe I'd get some comments!), but it's just too predictable.
My husband was in an envelope-opening frenzy the other night and opened the club bill "accidentally." Imagine his, and then our, shock when our bill (which should be zero) had $238 on it. I popped up to the club to get to the bottom of this hefty bill.
Honestly, the woman in the office was pretty surprised that I was just now showing up. She didn't have to investigate why the bill was so high--she had the answer at her fingertips. A stack of charge slips for $1, $2, $4 at a time, going back to the beginning of the summer, all signed by my nephew. They were for ice cream.
She had been waiting for months for the "tall, blonde kid"'s parents to get fed up with his profligate spending on Good Humor bars for himself and his friends.
I could include every synonym for the word angry here and it wouldn't begin to describe how we're feeling. While I had my thesaurus out I'd be looking up "dupe" as well.
The adage "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me" has some applicability here. That said, there will not be a third time.