My time

After my divorce with Dave, I get a house in a small town, still in Texas, just outside of Dallas. I made Trey repeat the seventh grade, during COVID he did nothing and the school allowed him to pass anyways. I stood my ground with him and the school. There was no reason he couldn’t repeat it in a different town where no one knew him. The school was worried about his image and social norms, they fought me on holding him back. I didn’t give two shits about what people say or think about me or my son. I wanted Trey to learn, not just be handed a pass for nothing. That is when it all went to hell for me. 

Trey’s mindset on school was over.

Once COVID hit, he could have cared less about his homework, grades, etc. When I say I tried everything, I truly mean it.  I bought an organizing binder to help keep him organized. I kept a calendar to remind him of assignments. I would get online and confirm the work was submitted. His grades never got better, it didn’t make sense. How could he fail when assignments are turned in? Well, if you submit a blank sheet of paper, that’s how. I was being manipulated by my own son. He knew I couldn’t double check his work if he submitted it. So, he would submit nothing to show on my side it was complete.