Where do I start?In many ways dip netting was a great success. We got lots fish, I ended up with 30 which I cleaned, filleted, then half were frozen and the other half was canned.
We had a great family week, with lots of hard work and laughter.
But, sadly, the first two days were filled with stress over one member that felt he didn't have to help. Once he realized helping was part of the deal, things got better and we had a blast. But the damage was done.
It was my BF's 15 year old son.
For two days he pulled his "don't wanna, ain't gonna" routine he often did, especially the first several days his dad would leave for the slope.
For two days he pulled his "don't wanna, ain't gonna" routine he often did, especially the first several days his dad would leave for the slope.
He didn't help, he argued, didn't like what we were eating for meals, he acted like he expected to be waited on.
While everyone was busy loading up the "beach mobile" he would climb in and wait. When asked to help, he would walk away, pretending not to hear.
When moving our day camp and down the beach with the tide, at first, he would get up and expect someone else to move the chair he was sitting in.
When it was his turn at the net, he refused to go in because the fish weren't running and he only got two fish the day before.
The stress in camp caused by his attitude got so thick you could cut it with a knife and I finally told him he would help and be part of the team, or he would be grounded when we got back to town: one week, no x-box, no ipad. I walked away and let him think about it.
The following day, when it was his turn at the net, he took it, no arguments. When loading up for our day at the beach, he helped, he asked what he could do. His stepping up and doing the right thing turned everything around. The stress was gone, everyone relaxed, everyone had fun, we worked hard, and laughed harder!
The last day we talked about how, once we figured it all out, we all had fun. "Next year, we know what to do!" BF's son said he enjoyed his time, once he started to help and looked forward to next year!
But the damage was done.
When he was refusing to help, the boy had spoken to his dad, I received a text "stop making it miserable for him!" No questions about what the boy may or may not have done, but the assumption the boy was telling the truth. TheBF continued to blame me for making a "camping trip" that was supposed to be fun miserable for his son.
This wasn't the first time I felt I needed to put the hammer down, and got chewed out by BF for being "mean."
BF refused to listen to my side, and, after a lot of tears, I realized I couldn't deal with the whole situation and left.
I miss the family we had, but I won't be in a relationship where a child can tell lies about me and his dad will believe them before ever speaking to me.
It has been hard. Went into a little funk, haven't knit or spun anything until just recently.
Slowly taking one step at a time into the future of my new life.
How does one handle dating in your late 40's? This is so hard.
