When your kid

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Does something so stupid and unnecessary as to shoplift.

Then, you find out from the cops that he didn't have your number and still doesn't know it after you've written it down for him more than once and tried to teach it to him. So now I have to add Juvenile justice to the list of appointments I have to do for the kids. Of course it's my fault he doesn't have the number because it is assumed I didn't care enough to give it to him, not that he didn't care enough not to lose it. That's how every official you deal with looks at you though when you're not rich, and maybe because my last name is Hispanic. I don't know. I've always been scolded for one thing or another and get so tired of it. No matter what I try to teach the children or do to help them, it's never enough. On the way home I started having an anxiety attack. Something that has only actually started happening to me within the last five years or so. Since my mother's death. I no longer have the security of her to talk to because she knew how to handle these situations and what advice to give me.

My son tells me he is sorry, but how does that help? How does that help him? Saying you're sorry amounts to nothing. Not doing the things you've been taught not to do would mean so much. Alas, I'm the idiot no matter who it is I'm speaking to. Sometimes, I just want to give up on everything, but somehow I keep going. I just wish there was anyone who looked to help people rather than to make the lives of others miserable.