Failure
So I have failed again. As a mother, as a teacher, as a person. I should have let me mother raise my children them at least they would all have college educations.
James wouldn't be failing his senior year in high school. Deciding two weeks before school is out that he doesn't want to graduate. If my mother had raised him he wouldn't have gotten to this point. He wouldn't be failing at all, she would have kept him in line and made him do his work. He would have straight A's and God help him if he didn't.
Elizabeth would have gotten into Warren Wilson and be everything she wanted instead of a bartender going to night school to be an occupational therapist "because they make good money".
Maybe Dee would have stayed in school and be working on her doctorate now instead of moving and working for the past office fuck she moved with my help. Maybe I shouldn't have helped, maybe I should have kept my nose out of it and left it all to my mother.
Maybe Thomas would be in school to be an engineer instead of a stocker at a grocery store so far away.
Any of these options is better than what I have done for them.
She was right. I am a failure as a mother and she would do it better.