WTF
A scale and baggies?
You are doing the right thing, pasa. This is why we get all destroyed raising our kids. Stuff like this. Desperate emotions, from high to low and sometimes we don't know where they are and sometimes we do know but it's Intensive Care. And then, this. Things like this.
A freaking scale and baggies in a facility.
What in the world.
This is what I mean. How do we turn them away. But you just had him home so you know you are turning him away.
Pasa. I am so sorry this is happening. It's one thing to worry and not know where they are or whether they are alive. But this is too bitter.
Plus, I had personal feelings for that shiny, bright red little Toyota RAV 4.
I remember when you bought it.
It must have been so scary to have Son out there pounding on it and so angry. I am glad the locks held, pasa, and that your doors are sturdy and strong.
Man, that must have been awful.
You did what you had to do. If you let him in, there will never be help for him. He will continue to escalate, if past performance is an indication.
Very hard situation, pasa.
You will need to be very strong.
What is your support system, there. NAMI or Al-Anon or Narc-Anon?
I would be afraid to leave the house, lest he break in while I was gone. Or do you think he is not thinking that far ahead ~ that this was the crisis and it's past and he will find his way and leave you alone?
I am glad you called the police. I would have too.
Policemen are amazing.
This thread is bringing back too many memories. You know what, pasa?
I am sorry this happened in your newly and beautifully repaired and repainted and re-cabineted home. This series of memories, I mean.
The house never seems quite as beautiful after something like this.
Cedar
You really do need to think about vacation I think, pasa.
Maybe just to a nice Bed and Breakfast near you, to set an intention of caring for yourself.
Somewhere with beautiful gardens.
