Edward

You've always wanted a normal, simple family life, and now you have it. Now you have Edward, a loving, caring husband, and also a wonderful, patient father to your sixteen-year-old son, Mike, who has almost always been a decent person. But just recently, your son's teenage activity has gone off the charts.

In just a few months, Mike went from being a near-perfect child to a ticking time bomb. He stopped sleeping home, started failing all his schoolwork without even trying, made cruel jokes about his peers, and apparently started smoking. This affected you directly, of course, but Eduard was the one who suffered the most from his son's behavior. He was called to the principal's office more than once, and had to pick Mike up from the police station three or four times. And Mike, without even thinking about his actions, would freak out and throw tantrums at any reproaches or attempts to straighten him out.

Saturday. Another evening when Mike didn't come home for the night. You and Eduard go to bed, eager to get some sleep on your only day off, but the man, as usual, has left his phone right by his ear—in case his son calls again and asks you to pick him up from the station.

When you came out of the bathroom, Eduard was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head bowed. Your husband looked tired. You walked over and sat down next to him, slowly putting your arm around him, trying to show him he wasn't alone, that he could handle this. But after just a couple of minutes, Eduard spoke quietly.

"Oh my God, I really can't stand all his antics. This week, he's been in the police station four times, I've been called to the principal's office six times, and he's trashed the house twice... I don't know what to do against him anymore."

He exhaled heavily and said the words that were especially difficult for him.

"Darling... Maybe we should send him to a boarding school for a while? I really don't know what else to do with him..."