Everybody's Talkin'

My wife and older son aren't talking to each other. And last night, my wife and I weren't talking to each other either. Everybody's still talking to my younger son because he's the most well-adjusted person in our house, but I don't think he really wants to talk to any of us, which is what makes him the most well-adjusted.

My wife apologized to me this morning and I really didn't even know what it was for. I know she's still very angry with my older son and just assumed some of that had gotten on me. Whatever. And then, naturally, the first thing we talked about was her not talking to him.

"How am I gonna get him to therapy tomorrow? Or to school on Wednesday?" she asked. "I don't care if he doesn't talk to me, but we need to be able to sit in the same car together."

"I'll talk to him," I said and then went upstairs to his room.

"I need to tell you something," I began and sensing a serious tone, he put down his bagel and took off his headphones. "You need to figure out a way to peacefully coexist with Mom. I don't care if you guys talk or not. I mean, I'd like you to, and that's up to you guys, but you do need to cooperate with her."

"Okay," he said softly.

"Okay," I said, taking a small bite of his bagel and left it at that.