Sunday

It seems Nabal won... Our boy is cold, uncaring and angry in his speech. I listen to him speak with his friends, and it chills me. He's not dangerous it's that he has cut off his feelings. He looks at a Vietnam war movie and talks about the joys of torture and suggests no mercy. His friend is an ignorant Hispanic boy raised in a home where the children are allowed to mistreat animals as their mother mistreats said animals harshly. Nabal, when drunk has been known to threaten to kill one of our pets. His idiot brother loved to sneak up on a sleeping animal and pluck it hard on the nose. All for the fun of seeing the animal recoil startled in pain. I found out about this practice after the brother went back to Mexico. This year Nabal wanted to bring the fool back. Their mother was known to bump off animals they would bring home and then tell them what she did. My sweet compassionate boy is burdened down and his good qualities seem out numbered by what Nabal and his family have demonstrated. Our boy decided he hates his sister and they have not spoken in months. Nabal hasn't even noticed. They both know he doesn't have a clue, or is he pretending because that was his plan. He has successfully driven a wedge between everyone. Our boy has drawn to him other boys who are harsh and uncaring. Their conversations harsh each trying to prove he has less feeling than the next. Nabal the fool has won this round. He said the other day that he is going to set a trap for the boy. Because his mind is messed up... And in the military he will be out of Nabal's reach. All he is worried about is control. He wants the boy to run his company for him and make it big. Yet another person he will try to put in the position of being responsible for him. Another person he can blame his short comings on. He walking around like the wide eyed innocent. Using his drunkeness as an excuse.

He got mad when I didn't want to for the hundreth time listen to him talk about putting a kitchen in the basement.