Needless to say, the night was not a pleasant one for Todd. He had been losing weight at the rate of a pound and a half per day and his stomach spent the better part of each minute tied up in knots. The memory of the night that he found his son, Brett, with blood on his hands was causing his mind’s eye to swell with terrible images. Throughout childhood and adolescence, Brett had bee a problem for his father. Now that he was a young adult, the situations he found himself involved in were becoming both more serious AND dangerous.
Case in point, when he was caught adding sugar to the gas tank of a neighbor’s car, Todd was able to easily get his son out of trouble. “Lyd, he is just a kid,” Todd said to his wife that day, “and kids experiment and get into trouble. I will keep a better eye on him. Don’t be too hard on him.”
It wasn’t until several years later and countless incidents that Todd came to realize that his laissez-faire parenting style was not working out so well. One terrible day, at the formative age of twelve, Todd and Lydia received a call from the school principal. He told Brett’s mom and dad of a fight that had just taken place, where their son had pretty badly bloodied another boy. “Sure, fights happen,” the Principal said, “but your some seems to have an incredible amount of aggression bottled up inside of him. The other boy’s nose is fractured and he is a bloody mess.”
To be continued…