As you al know, my son is in Boy Scouts. Well since kindergarten, he has had this little friend I'll call Samantha. They have always been close. He wold go to her house for her birthday parties, play with her big brother. And they were so cute they wold be the two in the whole class that you always knew were together. They were best friends. Her parents liked my son and my family. Well Samantha's dad is the chairman of our Boy Scout group. I'll call him Dave. Well one day my son came home form school upset and said he could'nt play with Samantha anymore because her parents did'nt like him. Apparently they think he is bratty and don't want him around their kids. Well Samantha is having a big birthday party at her home and this year my son did'nt get an invitation. All the kids are going tomarrow and talked about it all day today and my son is being left out. Simply because he is a "brat". My son has ADHD and yes he is sometimes hard to handle but for those parents to be like this to my son infuriates me. It is making me so mad I am going to call our cubmaster and pull my kid out of boyscouts. These people there will not talk to me. When we have get togethers all the women sit together and they'll look at me and talk low to where I can't hear them. And more than once I caught them throwing dirty looks to my son. This town is full of snotty people. They think they are better than other people because they make good money and go to church and PTA. And they look down on people that are'nt origanally from here. I makes my husband mad too. He has known these people his whole life went to school with them and he told me that they don't have no reson to think they are better than anyone else. That they have done and some still do things that they would'nt be proud of. And they are'nt better than anyone else. I hate going to the only store in town. Because some of them are always there sittin at the tables drinking coffee and gossiping about everyone else. They stare at me when they see me. If I walk by the ladies at scouts they all get quiet. One time I sat down at the same table as 3 of them and the went so far as to get up and move.
I am such an outsider here. These people make me feel like there is something wrong with me and my son. As soon as we get up on our feet, we're out of here. It's just dealing with these people until then.