Oh my gosh I am crying so much right now. All I wanted to do was to talk to Hamlet and all I get in return was an angry, psychotic rant that makes want to run to my small 16x16 room and cry. He keeps referring to my late husband, with the loss of him keeping me crying at night, and then calls Claudius such a terrible man! He was there for me when I was in such a rut! This attack had to come from psychosis because this isn't the Hamlet I know and love; especially since he thought he saw my late husband! Where has this family gone?
And this is not the worst part. I don't know if it's right or legal to say this...but Hamlet did such a terrible crime. I don't know what to do! I'm going to visit Dr. Champagne tomorrow, because I just can't handle all of this.

Worries

I no longer feel that Hamlet is in his right mind. This is evey mother's worse nightmare, to realize that her son is slowly losing his own mind, his own personality that just seems to be slipping away from him. That idiot Polonius keeps saying that he's madly in love, and to be honest, a broken lamp would be able to give better advice. I don't want to intrude in Hamlet's life like some helicopter parent, but I feel that this needs some motherly intervention. I'm thinking about sending those 'friends' of his to maybe get him to see me, I don't want to confront him directly. I don't want to admit it, but I think I'm terrified of him.

Awkward Moments

So today my son, who's actions I gotta tell you are starting to seriously worry me, put on this play for us Royals after these actors came. And I mean PUT on a play. He was all serious in how he wanted everything perfect, and I think he was scaring the players, cause they kept talking to themselves with these worried faces. Which worries me. And then he goes and puts his head on Ophelia's lap! I don't get his angle; is he angry at her or something or does he love her? Cause if he does love her then being dirty to her isn't the way to show it. I don't think he really likes her; it has to be the hormones. And then halfway through the play Claudius left suddenly, and I thought 'You could say excuse me!' That man sometimes aggravates me. I'm pretty sure it's his prostate, and I have told him time and time again to go get it checked out. I mean, the play was good, so what else could it be? Other than Hamlet's weird behavior. I need to put my mothering pants on and deal with this. I keep worrying that this is going to get out of control.