My mom kept poisoning me against him, saying how much he'd ruined her life, and I started to hate him.He had a weekend a month where I stayed with him...but though I always tried to get out of it, my mom insisted that I go.Relations between me and him were always strained, and after the first couple of times, his g/f stayed away for the w/e.We went on like this for a couple of years when one night after he'd been drinking he told me why he'd two timed mom, and suddenly I felt guilty about hating. After deliberating what all this meant for several hours I decided to experiment. I wasn’t crazy about taking a hammer to my ankle or burning my hand again. I decided to go to the hospital. I would look at some patient charts and determine if there were any sleeping or unconscouneous patients. If there were may be I could sneak in beat off on them.I arrived and some of my co-workers saw me. “Hey Jim. What the hell are you doing back here? “ And, “you’re not due back ‘til Monday.”“I just. ‘It’s like doing research.’ She reasoned. ‘I don’t know anything about lesbian, I want to know more.’ It was growing late, and Lauren hadn’t brought her light for her bike, so she quickly checked out her things hoping no one saw her read the gay magazine. Lauren biked through the park on her way home. She passed by a teen couple who would probably not last the week, holding hands, experimenting with kissing. She suppressed her ‘teacher’ mind to keep from yelling at the kids. It was Saturday,. I was starting to come out of my shell and actually managed to say a few words to Melissa.Friday came around, last period English, time to get our exam results.As we entered the classroom Audrey, the class loudmouth, saw me pass our notebook to Melissa and seized it, loudly exclaiming“Mrs Marks, Josh and Melissa are passing notes to each other”“I know, I told them to. What is your point, Audrey?”“Oh ... ah ... I didn’t realize you okayed it. Sorry guys”Audrey may be loud and a bit in your face.