Every school has them. They are in the workplace, and some people are even married to them.
I am so used to our school bully that it’s just humorous now. I mean that comment the other day? We all laughed. I am not THAT fat, even if the Dads’ car IS dumb. Hee hee. We know this kid says stuff on a daily basis, probably hourly basis if we get down to it, he is just a silly little twerp, a bully.
But it affects the boys. They are the perfect ‘victims’. Smaller, sookier and have difficulty communicating and understanding body language. Fortunately for them most of it goes over their heads, but sometimes I get really riled up. Especially when it becomes a daily talking point.
“How was your first day at school honey?”
“Yeah good, he says he hates me less than he hates my brother”.
He would say this like it was a compliment. Bless him.
Tonight at the dinner table Child #3 was telling his tale and showing his new (tiny) bruise… from the kick he got playing dodge ball. The little sod came up and kicked him, said “new rules, not dodgers, trippers”. That makes me mad. Of course, child #3, the perfect victim, doesn’t stand up for himself, he doesn’t seek help, he doesn’t even pay-back. Nope, he rolls around on the ground crying in pain. He overacts it, and doesn’t stop going on about it, till HE IS THE ONE being the pain.
We’ve had all manner of comments, and lately he has started on the Mum and Dad comments. I think these are easier for the boys, as they know they just are plain untrue, it’s easier to deal with.
Like his Mum is really fat? That’s laughable.