David is abused. You would not think the story would go that direction after the way the first chapter started out. His family sounded like these perfect glass box figurines. Mother: homemaker. Father: firefighter. Come on. What a hot couple?
What went wrong?
There is never any excuse for child abuse. An inability to control alcohol use is a ridiculous cop out. Their family sounded so perfect, so fun. Going to the park, doing different projects all the time. We were kids once! How many different "projects" did our moms ever have to cook up for us so that we felt needed? So many. David's mother did the same, and at the same time it feels like she was doing them for herself. Although she was not lonely with her sons at home all day, still she lacked real adult interaction on a daily basis. So, these projects or adventures she did for and with the kids, she quickly seems to be enjoying and learning to take part in for herself. Maybe, even too much. The perfectionist thing is kind of worrying me a little bit.
And, that must be it... mixed with alcohol.
Now I see what my mom was talking about. Part of me wishes I never read this book. But, I have already read some of it, meaning I am already feeling some of the pain. So, what is the point in not going on? Apparently, there is kind of a happy ending. Maybe I kind of deserve to read that. I know, if anyone deserves anything it is David that deserves a new life. But, since he can not have one yet, at least, let’s see him make something out of this one.
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