The Oedipal son moved back home in 2007, right before his sister married. Everyone urged the father to not let this happen, and at the very least have this son pay rent, which the father could put away for the son’s seemingly inevitable rainy days. The father, who was tender hearted, listened to no sounds but those of his own internal conscience which told him to ignore his wife, in-laws young and old, and daughter urging to not let this errant child move back into the nest.
Being a parent was never easy, and the father allowed this child to move back home without a rule, boundary or guideline attached. In the father’s head, and perhaps spoken aloud, he wished for his son to get on his feet, pay his taxes and bills, and be able to stand up without the crush he’d incurred.
The son upon moving in held a dinner for himself and gave a toast to himself amongst his dinner guests, “To finally being able to be irresponsible!” and promptly got online and purchased himself Armani Exchange socks and shirts from the Gap.
As the years passed those taxes went unpaid and scheme after scheme was born. The son had headshots taken, found an acting agent, and went on many auditions, though never got a part. He stayed up late into the nights, often drinking a bottle or two of wine. Sought entertainment on Grinder.com whenever the urge arose. Devised show nights that he would star in, and threw dollar after dollar of money he did not have into such schemes. Lost thousands more. Was tyrannical in the mornings and whenever his moods arose.
Meanwhile, the mother had no say. The husband didn’t listen, and her health, which hadn’t been the best anyways, deteriorated. The son continued to party and totaled two cars, each time getting himself a new leased vehicle with every bell and whistle which could be had. He slept in on countless mornings, and chased off his piano students as he really didn’t like work. Until one day he decided that he was in love.
He bullied his parents as always into being able to do as he pleased, and showed his new lover all over Southern California a good time to the tune of however much money, then brought him to the room he occupied in his parents home. The lover had a giant cold, and the parents stood by without a say. The mother wound up ill, as a weakened immune system catches everything.
Today she sits in the hospital, all this past week and until an unknown release date in the future. The son continues his tyranny, the father rings his hands. And on I sit, a bystander with little recourse, as I watch the Oedipal son destroy his loving parents.