With Gavin back at his grandparents, we have to begin the recovery process once again. Elliott in particular has a rough time with the transition.
On one hand, he absolutely adores Gavin but on the other hand, he fears him as well.
That’s a sad predicament for him to be in, not to mention a confusing one.
We spent a large portion of this past evening trying to help Elliott decompress and relax. He and I spent some time just snuggled on the couch. He’s pretty clingy and needs to feel safe.
I spent as much time with him as I could before Emmett required my attention.
Lizze and I tried to tag team the boys tonight. Lizze gave everything she had to these guys and honestly she wasn’t even close to being in a place that she could do that.
Such is the complicated life of the Lost and Tired family.
Never without effort but always worth it.
At least you can recognize the damage Gavin has done to his brothers, and do something to correct it. My brother isn’t like Gavin, but he severely abused me (verbally) for 25 years. Without exaggeration, I can count on the fingers of one hand the times when we were children and he said something to me that wasn’t an insult. I was lazy, stupid, ugly, no one loved me or ever would, and he’d overheard Mom and Dad talking about sending me to an orphanage because they couldn’t stand my whining and crying. He was very open about this, and my parents knew all about it and did NOTHING.
My brother no longer has much to say to me, but looking back at the situation, I find myself a lot more angry and resentful of my parents than I am of him. Maybe they couldn’t have done much to remedy the situation, but it would have been nice if they at least made a show of trying. As it is, to this day they don’t even acknowledge the fact that he treated me horribly and it went way beyond normal brother/sister squabbling. I’ve got five brothers and a sister, so I know what normal brother/sister squabbling is like, and this wasn’t it. I’m sure it had a tremendous impact on me.