Worthless Piece of Flesh

Owen went to a birthday party yesterday.  He was very excited about it.  It was at a pizza place.  When the Beatles' Twist and Shout came on he sang along as he is wont to do with good songs.  The birthday kid's brother  (who is all of ten years old himself) then proceeded to call him a fag....in fact, such a big fag that he was the king of fags.

Ernie went to pick Owen up and when they walked in the door I yelled, "how was the party?" before seeing Ernie shaking his head and Owen with slumped shoulders.

It made me so angry I felt like sparks were shooting off me.  Even though Owen and I agreed that anyone that uses that word as an insult is pretty stupid to begin with....he still was incredibly sad.  I hugged him and kissed him over and over and sputtered with anger before telling him that the kid was a worthless piece of flesh.  Then I apologized because that's not a very nice thing to say about anybody but Owen just nodded and hugged me really hard.

Owen asked if he and I could go see a movie today and I said I would love that.

I walked into the kitchen where Leo was on the computer.  I sputtered a bit more before saying, "I know I shouldn't get so angry."  Leo looked up at me and said quietly, "no, it's understandable."  I told him I loved him and then I asked him to tell me anytime someone says mean things to him.  I told him that even though I couldn't always change it I still wanted to know, I wanted to be able to talk about it or just hug him if he didn't want to talk about.  I wanted to get angry on his behalf.  He looked at me seriously and said, "O.k., I will."

Damn.