When Drew was 13 I used to take him with me whenever I went out somewhere in the car. Sometimes, he would sit in the back seat and sulk. Refuse to even speak. I would joke with him, try to plan part of the outing he would like. I would talk to him as if he wasn’t sulking and try to draw him out of it. He would just glare at me in the mirror. I couldn’t understand it. I grew up without a father. Drew had a nice father who wanted to be with him, but he didn’t know it. He treated me like an enemy.
At the same time, Siri was 11 and LOVED to go anywhere with me. She was cheerful, talkative and happy. Same dad, same car, same situation.
Drew got over it, but I think I’m still doing it. Sulking in the back seat, not knowing how to enjoy. Not knowing that I am loved and could be happy. I’m trying really hard to change.
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