It has been a while since I have posted. Some of you might recall me writing about my stepson - a once lovely boy who has grown up into a mean and lost person diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Bio mom has a personality disorder in addition to bipolar and they are peas in a pod. He also uses drugs on the regular (just like she does.)
My husband deals with his son directly; I offer support from behind the scenes. We have been hanging in there through several failed rehab attempts (failed because our son chose to walk out), an ongoing struggle to find permanent supported housing (he gets kicked out of halfway houses and shelters for basically being a massive pain in the ass), and several hospital stays - the latest after he was jumped and beaten to a pulp by some 'friends.' He blamed my husband for damaging his reputation on the street by calling the paramedics, even though he required assistance to breathe at the time. I am at the point where I am ready to let him go.
Last night I overheard a phone call between husband and son. Son gets a disability check which my husband and I manage by paying his monthly expenses, and then dividing the rest into a daily allowance. It is never, never enough. Getting a job is out of the question because he does not like other people telling him what to do (his words.) My husband is harassed daily on the phone for more money, more money, more money. I have tried to encourage my husband to be ok with not answering these phone calls after his daily allowance has been sent. But until last night I was not aware of the level of verbal and emotional abuse my husband is swallowing.
The usual stuff that I'm sure many here are familiar with :
You have abandoned me.
You never help me.
You never believed in me.
You're living it up with your b****(me), while I'm on the streets starving.
You owe me.
If you had given me money to start my own business, like real fathers do, I wouldn't be in this situation.
You are supposed to share your money with me because I am your son.
I don't want to hear about your bills, that's BS. What about me?
I am so worried for my husband's health, in all aspects. This hateful boy is killing him. I guess I am just venting. I want him to protect himself from this abuse, but I know I can't control that. I would like for us to continue to manage his son's finances to make sure he can eat, and has a place to stay. But other than that I think we need to cut off contact, at least for now. I am worried I am going to lose my husband from four years and counting of this constant strain, which just seems to steadily escalate as the months and years go by.
We attend NarAnon and see a therapist together. Thank you for listening!
Mirabelle
My husband deals with his son directly; I offer support from behind the scenes. We have been hanging in there through several failed rehab attempts (failed because our son chose to walk out), an ongoing struggle to find permanent supported housing (he gets kicked out of halfway houses and shelters for basically being a massive pain in the ass), and several hospital stays - the latest after he was jumped and beaten to a pulp by some 'friends.' He blamed my husband for damaging his reputation on the street by calling the paramedics, even though he required assistance to breathe at the time. I am at the point where I am ready to let him go.
Last night I overheard a phone call between husband and son. Son gets a disability check which my husband and I manage by paying his monthly expenses, and then dividing the rest into a daily allowance. It is never, never enough. Getting a job is out of the question because he does not like other people telling him what to do (his words.) My husband is harassed daily on the phone for more money, more money, more money. I have tried to encourage my husband to be ok with not answering these phone calls after his daily allowance has been sent. But until last night I was not aware of the level of verbal and emotional abuse my husband is swallowing.
The usual stuff that I'm sure many here are familiar with :
You have abandoned me.
You never help me.
You never believed in me.
You're living it up with your b****(me), while I'm on the streets starving.
You owe me.
If you had given me money to start my own business, like real fathers do, I wouldn't be in this situation.
You are supposed to share your money with me because I am your son.
I don't want to hear about your bills, that's BS. What about me?
I am so worried for my husband's health, in all aspects. This hateful boy is killing him. I guess I am just venting. I want him to protect himself from this abuse, but I know I can't control that. I would like for us to continue to manage his son's finances to make sure he can eat, and has a place to stay. But other than that I think we need to cut off contact, at least for now. I am worried I am going to lose my husband from four years and counting of this constant strain, which just seems to steadily escalate as the months and years go by.
We attend NarAnon and see a therapist together. Thank you for listening!
Mirabelle