i never got in trouble in high school. ever. my parents trusted me completely. i never had a curfew. i didn't lie to them or sneak out of the house or stay out all night without them knowing.
i have the worlds heaviest guilty conscience.
my youngest brother is in grade 12. tonight was his christmas semi-formal dance. my parents like to wait up for him to get home. he's 17 and they know it won't be really late and they just want to make sure he gets home. which is fine. it's their thing.
ok so what does this have to do with me?
i was asked to wait up for him. my parents were tired and they have to get up so early for work. ok, that's fine. the dance ends at 11:00. no problem, i'll wait up.
but when he gets home at 11:15, he tells me he's just come home to change and he's heading right back out again.
hmmm. how do i approach this?
on one hand, i don't care what he does. go out. have fun. whatever.
on the other hand, i was told to wait and make sure he gets home ok.
so. do i tell him he can't go? no, i'm not his mother. but do i still have to wait up for him? i was told to wait up. i have to wait up. do i want to wait up? heck no. i'm tired. it's almost 12:30. i need to sleep. i can't sleep in tomorrow.
i can't go to bed. if he didn't come home, and my parents got up and realized, it would be the end of the world. but he's gone. and he's just with his moron friends. they say he'll have a drive home. but who knows really.
the funny thing is, i told him to go wake up mom and dad and ask them if he could go. he said no. and he just left. i would never have done that. never. and if it had been me, it would have been my mom waiting up and i wouldn't have even asked her to go out at 11:30 after a dance on a monday night. and my brother didn't even care. he just left. he said, "mom and dad won't even know i came home and left again".
so here i am suffering because i'm still being overly responsible.
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