Reading My Son's Diary!
Troy's Diary (My Son's Diary 1)
Hi!
Welcome.
So I was in the living room. Minding my own business. As usual..not!
But I saw something so very interesting. Something that caught my eye immediately. Something that made me want to decide whether to get up from my couch and leave my favourite show playing just to go see what the contents were.
It was Troy's Diary. Yes! My son's diary.
A moment passed with me staring at the stupidly unlocked secret book. What kind of mother would I be if I just went and opened my son's diary without his permission? Not that anyone gave anyone permission to read their diaries. So that was a stupid thought.
I mean was it not every mother's dream to actually see what their children thought about them?
It was no secret that I hated my son. No secret at all. He even knows this. But did he feel the same way? I wanted to know. Did my son hate me or love me?
Did my son even care enough to write about me on his diary? Or was I not of importance to him?
Did that feel bad? To think about my son not caring for me? Would I cry after I read horrible stuff written about me in the book?
Was that why he left the book open? To make me cry? To slowly drive me crazy. Show me what I have made him feel for all these years? Was this it? His ultimate revenge to me? Did he know me to be so weak and so quick to break down in things like this?
Things like someone telling me they didn't want me. Things I have said to him before. Things I do not regret but things that may start hurting me now.
I felt a wet tear on my cheek. "My God!" Was I crying? For Troy? Because of Troy?! Because of a diary I haven't even read anything in. Was I seriously crying right now over that?!
"Grow up!" I told myself reaching for the dairy so close but yet so far. My hand stopped midway. What was I doing? Would I really just read my son's private stuff like this?
He didn't deserve that.
At all.
His secrets had to stay his secrets. I was already a bother. Now I would be one of those moms that stared at their children's things? Things that had nothing to do with me.
I couldn't return my interest back to the TV because I had become too anxious to actually try to understand what the tv show was showing.
So I decided to pull out my phone. And I read. Read something else that wasn't about my son.
'The Soul Talks As Well' by Loza Maybe.
Well this wasn't my son's diary but at least it talked to me.
Thanks for being here! Until next time...
Hi!
Welcome.
So I was in the living room. Minding my own business. As usual..not!
But I saw something so very interesting. Something that caught my eye immediately. Something that made me want to decide whether to get up from my couch and leave my favourite show playing just to go see what the contents were.
It was Troy's Diary. Yes! My son's diary.
A moment passed with me staring at the stupidly unlocked secret book. What kind of mother would I be if I just went and opened my son's diary without his permission? Not that anyone gave anyone permission to read their diaries. So that was a stupid thought.
I mean was it not every mother's dream to actually see what their children thought about them?
It was no secret that I hated my son. No secret at all. He even knows this. But did he feel the same way? I wanted to know. Did my son hate me or love me?
Did my son even care enough to write about me on his diary? Or was I not of importance to him?
Did that feel bad? To think about my son not caring for me? Would I cry after I read horrible stuff written about me in the book?
Was that why he left the book open? To make me cry? To slowly drive me crazy. Show me what I have made him feel for all these years? Was this it? His ultimate revenge to me? Did he know me to be so weak and so quick to break down in things like this?
Things like someone telling me they didn't want me. Things I have said to him before. Things I do not regret but things that may start hurting me now.
I felt a wet tear on my cheek. "My God!" Was I crying? For Troy? Because of Troy?! Because of a diary I haven't even read anything in. Was I seriously crying right now over that?!
"Grow up!" I told myself reaching for the dairy so close but yet so far. My hand stopped midway. What was I doing? Would I really just read my son's private stuff like this?
He didn't deserve that.
At all.
His secrets had to stay his secrets. I was already a bother. Now I would be one of those moms that stared at their children's things? Things that had nothing to do with me.
I couldn't return my interest back to the TV because I had become too anxious to actually try to understand what the tv show was showing.
So I decided to pull out my phone. And I read. Read something else that wasn't about my son.
'The Soul Talks As Well' by Loza Maybe.
Well this wasn't my son's diary but at least it talked to me.
Thanks for being here! Until next time...
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