The other day, we received an email from one of the kids’ teachers, thanking us for working so hard with the kids and their school work, and for supporting their teachers. Something so simple, such a small gesture, is momentous to me and means the world to me. Let me tell you why.
All of the kids’ teachers are treated to fantastical and salty tales about me and Gary: his supposed lifelong drinking habit, his insatiable thirst for beating women, my salacious advances that destroyed her picture-perfect marriage. Crow trots out her trite cliches to anyone unfortunate enough to be close enough to listen, then spends the entire school trying her damnedest to make sure Gary and I never hear about the kids’ school events, so the teachers can’t actually meet us.
What happens when they meet us? It’s almost comical. They are visibly confused and bewildered when what they have been told does not align with who we really are, and the smart ones quickly realize they have been force-fed a pack of ridiculous lies. The smart ones open their eyes to the realization that maybe, just maybe, Crow is not quite playing with a full deck.
This particular email came from one of the smart ones. She has shared information with us, knowing that Crow is not a good enough parent to do so, and she has made sure we stayed in the loop this school year. It is something many parents probably take for granted, but it is something that Gary and I have to fight for, each and every school year.
The email thanking us for being good parents was not copied to Crow. Gee, I wonder why?