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<blockquote data-quote="Hopeful97" data-source="post: 672674" data-attributes="member: 19678"><p>Today it is cold and rainy. After I did some things for my son last week as mentioned above, I still do not know if he is still in our hometown or in another state. He tried contacting me a couple of times over the weekend asking for food or a ride and I told him "I am tapped out, sorry" and when he asked for a ride I told him he needed to stay where he was so he could be there when the family left and he could go with them like he was/is allegedly supposed to. He has not contacted me since. I am going to try not to answer his calls or if I can't take it anymore just answer and tell him the only other thing I can do for him is get him to a homeless shelter. Oh my gosh, I cry so hard and feel so so so very sad when I know think or say that my son is or maybe homeless, maybe in a shelter, maybe on the streets, maybe in jail. He is only 18 and this seems like it is getting harder. We could no longer live in the sort of prison our house became, all interior doors except his has bolt locks on them. Numerous numerous thefts, lies, threats, verbal abuse daily. I think about that and believe that we are doing the right thing. As I sit here and pour out my heart it continues to break. I know many of you said the pain eases but right now it feels like it is getting worse and never going to ease. I think of our older son and he is a pillar, he is such the opposite of my younger son. My older son has helped us more than he will ever know and he continues to do so. I believe my younger son was trying to creep his way back into the house because the weather is changing, but I do not know that for sure. There were tears before we made him leave, now there are even more tears and I did not think that would be possible. I am really trying to keep my head up but it is getting harder. You know the poem footprints in the sand, well God has been carrying me for a long time and I am grateful for my faith. I feel like I am getting more and more weighted down in pain (physical and mental). The weight is getting heavier, and I think it is going to get worse (although I do not know how it can). I am dreading Thanksgiving, which is usually a great time of family and friends. My son really stopped his education at 9th grade so he does not have an education to help him. I am sorry for rambling, I am hurting and it feels especially intense right now. Thank you for your support.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hopeful97, post: 672674, member: 19678"] Today it is cold and rainy. After I did some things for my son last week as mentioned above, I still do not know if he is still in our hometown or in another state. He tried contacting me a couple of times over the weekend asking for food or a ride and I told him "I am tapped out, sorry" and when he asked for a ride I told him he needed to stay where he was so he could be there when the family left and he could go with them like he was/is allegedly supposed to. He has not contacted me since. I am going to try not to answer his calls or if I can't take it anymore just answer and tell him the only other thing I can do for him is get him to a homeless shelter. Oh my gosh, I cry so hard and feel so so so very sad when I know think or say that my son is or maybe homeless, maybe in a shelter, maybe on the streets, maybe in jail. He is only 18 and this seems like it is getting harder. We could no longer live in the sort of prison our house became, all interior doors except his has bolt locks on them. Numerous numerous thefts, lies, threats, verbal abuse daily. I think about that and believe that we are doing the right thing. As I sit here and pour out my heart it continues to break. I know many of you said the pain eases but right now it feels like it is getting worse and never going to ease. I think of our older son and he is a pillar, he is such the opposite of my younger son. My older son has helped us more than he will ever know and he continues to do so. I believe my younger son was trying to creep his way back into the house because the weather is changing, but I do not know that for sure. There were tears before we made him leave, now there are even more tears and I did not think that would be possible. I am really trying to keep my head up but it is getting harder. You know the poem footprints in the sand, well God has been carrying me for a long time and I am grateful for my faith. I feel like I am getting more and more weighted down in pain (physical and mental). The weight is getting heavier, and I think it is going to get worse (although I do not know how it can). I am dreading Thanksgiving, which is usually a great time of family and friends. My son really stopped his education at 9th grade so he does not have an education to help him. I am sorry for rambling, I am hurting and it feels especially intense right now. Thank you for your support. [/QUOTE]
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