We built our home in the winter of 2004/2005. When we moved in, it seemed idyllic. The perfect place to raise a family. Lots of space, there were only 5 houses on the cul-de-sac, the neighbor kids were very nice. It was a nice, quiet neighborhood.
And then more houses went up.
And more neighbors moved in.
More kids. Older kids.
Older kids whose parents maybe weren't as attentive to their kids' behavior.
Aw, crap. I'm just going to spell it out. Parents who didn't care a fig about their kid's moral base. Whose kids were brats and bullies. Meanwhile they looked the other way. It's easier to do that, you know.
Not ever saying Andrew's completely innocent. Far from it. The difference is I address the behavior when it comes up.
Wells Fargo, you want to come and take my house?
It's all yours.
I'm gonna go find a neighborhood with some decent kids. Kids I don't have to constantly worry about negatively influencing Andrew. Or threatening to beat him up. Hopefully a neighborhood with parents who care about how their children are being brought up.
I am sooo ready to move.