I’m feeling a bit…miffed. My FIL needs a swift kick in the head and he may just receive it sooner than later. That man…oh! That man!
Here’s the deal; we have a registered sex offender in the family. No, it’s not like that. The RSO did not abuse a little girl or a little boy, for that matter. It was more a case of making out with the wrong age girl. It’s a fine line, you know? And I’m not defending him. NOT.ONE.BIT.
He’s not the sharpest tack in the box and his judgment, when it comes to the opposite sex, is pretty darn skewed. Honestly, he’s hit on his cousins…see what I’m saying here? Okay, I’ll just say it plain and simple: He’s a nice kid, but I don’t trust him as far as I can spit.
When he was a little boy I felt sorry for him. He got a raw deal in the parent department. He had trouble learning, but he was sweet. As he grew up he changed into that strung out, thin nephew who showed up at holiday dinner looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. He was using, everyone knew it, and everyone urged him to stop the junk.
I imagined he’d be behind bars at some point for drugs, but not for making out with an underage girl. Should have seen it coming, but didn’t. He was arrested, served his time, and he’s out in society again. He’s trying to get his GED (good!). He’s been looking for a job for over a year, but when you are a RSO there aren’t many takers.
We don’t want him to fail. We don’t. We’ve helped him here and there, mostly with rides and verbal support. FIL hires him to do odd jobs around the farm and that’s great (because getting that man to pay for anything is a small miracle in itself!).
RSO is not a kid any more. He’s a man. No longer is he the skinny kid I could snap like a chicken. He’s a 200 pound man, strong and powerful and not right in the head.
But back to the reason I want to smack my FIL. My work schedule varies so there are usually one or two days per week when I’m at the gym. This normally isn’t a problem since Girl is a good girl and does her school work, tidies up the house, and bakes goodies while awaiting my return. She acutally prefers me to be home in the evening so that we are all here as a family. The problem is that FIL often has RSO here to work…when neither I nor Beloved is home.
That leaves Girl here unprotected.
Did I mention I don’t trust this kid as far as I can spit…and I’m a lady, so I can’t spit very far.
When we know RSO is coming out to work, I go about finding a haven for Girl when I work. We are blessed to have three such havens, but it’s getting ridiclous. Tomorrow will make the second time in two weeks I’ve had to usher girl to one of the havens. Thankfully, I haven’t had to leave work to rush home. Thankfully, our friends are understanding. Thankfully, we have friends!
But how long can this go on? What if FIL has RSO here all summer long?!
There are so many things about the farm that drive me nuts.
GOLF – it’s a long story
The RSO is by far the biggest problem though and I feel terrible that I feel this way, but this is my child we are talking about. This is my baby. I have no desire to see her hurt and for Beloved to do time in the big house because he took care of business because someone hurt his little girl.
FIL is NOT a reasonable person. He’s not logical and he doesn’t give a fig about how anyone else feels. It’s just the way he rolls. I don’t like, but I deal with it.
I just don’t know what to do about the RSO.