I hate bullies. I think they're punks with low self-esteems who don't think highly enough about themselves so they pick on others to build themselves up. There's one such kid who has crossed the line with my boys.
He's 14 years old and he's hell on wheels. He's one of those that make you wish spanking wasn't so taboo. He's on probation for a big fight he got in last year at school. Thankfully it's not school where we have to encounter him. Not so thankfully, it's at camp on the weekends.
I've tried really hard to like the kid. I really have. Now I'm having to try really hard not to bend him over my knee and show him who's boss. He's terrorized my boys from the get-go. When they're fed up with it, they walk away. But they shouldn't have to keep wondering what the bully is going to do next.
To make matters worse, we are exceptionally good friends with his parents. Well, we were. Until just a few days ago. When we let them know exactly what was going on and that we were not, under any circumstances, going to let it happen anymore. Sadly, more than a million excuses came out and the parents were blinded by what was going on just as they have been all the other times before.
Friends are great, but family comes first. Especially when it comes to defending my children. I've lost a friendship over this one, but have gained the upperhand on letting everyone know that I won't tolerate the bullying any longer.