When my oldest son was about 14, and got busted for (trying) to shoplift with some buddies, they nailed him (obviously) and called the cops.
I watched as my big strapping 6'2" son burst into tears as they put him in handcuffs and then put him in the back of the police car. The officer pulled me aside and told me they weren't going to press charges, but I told him not to tell my son that.
Yeah, what the hell was with that? Not only that but I read that his Facebook memorial page was vandalised with some pretty awful comments. The kid looked perfectly reasonable to me but there must be some reason why this has happened. Such a fucking tragedy.
My sister has been controlled from her general unstableness, now we can control her angry bitchiness and angst. Since we're bringing the theme up my parents follow the ?You get what you deserve? approach of parenting. You get excellent grades, good work (me, sometimes). If you flunk out of your school because your friends told you they would all do it, then bailing out and scoring excellent grades while they left you to go from one of the most prestigious schools in the city to a no-name one (my sister. I don't blame her, she's extremely gullible) tough.
My subconscious is so good at making the perfect girl for me in dreams that it starts to become a lucid dream, however it's one of those series of dreams that when you wake up you're immediately disappointed because you'll never meet that girl. I wish I had never woken up, just live out my life in dreamland with my perfect girlfriend and enjoy it. It was so real until someone decided to wake me up, I'm somewhat sad now, that was the best dream in months.
I can't help but think from the other side of the fence; he may have been a huge dick at the school and provoked the guy who stabbed him. But still; it's a tragedy nonetheless and as they say 'Do not speak ill of the dead'
I know how you feel. I had to move back in with my parents for 2 years while I saved up enough money to buy my own place. Which I ended up buying a brand new house, so I was stuck at my parents for another 6 months while it was being built. I finally moved in and got to enjoy it for 1 whole month, and then my parents separated and now my dad is living with me. It's been 2+ months now and I want to shoot myself.
Oh god I feel your pain my Mom was here for about 10 days last year a couple of months after my son was born to help us out.
I couldn't have taken her one more day even though she was helping us with the baby.