The other day, emotionally I was a wreck. The stress of running different businesses for almost 10 years, combined with the perfect storm of problems, led me as my son was walking up the stairs to call him. "Come here," I said in tears with my arms wide open. He came to me and hugged me and we fell to the ground together at the front door. I held him and cried. We just lay there together and I could feel his body pressed up against mine so tight, I felt 'the bond'. I said to him, "Do you feel that?" He said, "What?" I said, "Do you feel that bond?" He said, "Yes." I said, "You know, no one can ever take that away from us, right?" He said, "Yeah, I know." I said, "We have behind the back love, and that's true love, buddy." After a few more seconds, we let go and he finally started crying as he walked away. I said, you are my little soldier, and one day you will understand why it is so important to know how much I love you and your momma.
We proceeded to go on with our day and played some more video games, in the proccess he asked a question, which turned into me teaching him long division. He is in Kindergarten, but so incredibly smart it did not surprise me that he grasped the concept at only 6 years old. Most kids cannot learn or understand such complex concepts like that until they are about 9-10 years old.
One day, when he is reading through all these countless and to most people, seemingly meaningless articles, he will understand that what that company did to me and thousands of other innocent and unknowing victims was bullshit. He will also understand that he can speak his mind and opinion someday and some brilliant lawyer will easily get that unconstitutional paperwork voided. WE signed the agreement under duress, because we were only left with no other option, if I wanted to raise him to be a model citizen. Choices? I had no choice, I was held at gunpoint, metaphorically speaking. But, one day... he will be very lucky.
I still have countless minor panic attacks, and a few major PTSD episodes from time to time because of what they did to us emotionally. The costant worrying left scars that no one would ever imagine. Momma is the reason that WE got through it, son. She is the strongest person on the planet. The emotional scars we both have are because she had behind the back love for me, she believed in me and believed in the cause.
But I sleep well every night knowing that one day he will understand far bigger concepts and understand that I only threw in the towel, because I had behind the back love for him and I had to keep providing for him and his mother. They were going to destroy me, so I folded. But he can pick up that torch and tell everyone that constitutional rights cannot be signed away especially by a parent. He will understand all of that when that day comes for him to carry on the torch that I let fade, he can decide for himself. He will finally be able to tell everyone what I was trying to say before I got SLAPPed.