saving grace
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This is going to be long, I am not looking for responses or guidance I just need to get this out of my head. I do not have a journal and the next best thing to that is CD. I just need to write it down to see if it makes sense.
My son has been back in my house for just about 2 months. He didnt go to rehab as planned. I am not speaking to either of my sisters, the 2 sisters that he had been living with for the past year. I tried to explain to one of them WHY I am keeping away and I realized how deep it is, how very hard it is to explain.
I had my son when I was 17, I didnt know much about being a parent, I was still a kid. I spent what feels like a life time not thinking for myself, I was told over and over what I should do, what I was doing wrong, sometimes what I did right, but I always thought that my way wasnt good enough, my sister and her husband always made me feel judged. I dont agree with alot of the things my brother in law does or says or thinks. but I never said anything. When difficult child was small he did alot for him, he spent alot of time with him, doing guy stuff and being the Dad that was not in his life. As difficult child got older and started to have trouble brother in law tried to help but couldnt then when difficult child had real trouble like with the law and with the drugs, brother in law stepped back. He didnt want anything to do with him, he was cold to him and sometimes downright rude. My sister would say that difficult child needs to earn his respect back, but no matter what difficult child would do it was never good enough for him. I almost felt like if difficult child was not who brother in law thought he should be then he didnt love him.
I had enough of it and told my sister just that.
Now about difficult child, I asked myself over and over, "what is he doing here" "why am I letting him stay here" and I think my answer is this. When difficult child was out and roaming the streets and living who knows where, I spend night after night not knowing if he was dead or alive, thinking about how awful his life was. I also would think about his death, I knew he was going to die, I knew I would get a phone call telling me he was found somewhere, some dirty place, some basement somewhere and he would be dirty and skinny and who knows what else. He would have died thinking that I didnt love him, thinking that he had nothing in the world.
I think that I am still preparing for him to die... I am just trying to change the way it happens in my thoughts. Does that make sense to anyone? I think if I Mother him, keep him warm during the winter, feed him, do his laundry, let him be here with his family that when he goes it wont be so bad, for him or for me??? Am I crazy??
I have a gut feeling that he was high a few times, I was sneaking around in his text messeges and am pretty sure I was right. What do I do? I have been asking myself that over and over and I am so afraid of him dying alone and hungry and dirty and in some smelly God awful place and I dont want to spend the rest of my life with the image of him dying in that way.
My son is an addict I cant change that, I guess I feel like I have to be able to change something I have been powerless for years in his addiction. Is this my way of changing something? My way of helping? Is it for him or for Me?? I do not want him to die that way. I dont feel like I am trying to save him because I know I cant. I think I am trying to make sure when he goes I know he was here with me and not alone. I think I have given up on his recovery and I know I have accepted he will leave me at the hand of his addiction.
I just needed to to get this down so I can go back and re read it to see if I made any sense at all.
Grace
My son has been back in my house for just about 2 months. He didnt go to rehab as planned. I am not speaking to either of my sisters, the 2 sisters that he had been living with for the past year. I tried to explain to one of them WHY I am keeping away and I realized how deep it is, how very hard it is to explain.
I had my son when I was 17, I didnt know much about being a parent, I was still a kid. I spent what feels like a life time not thinking for myself, I was told over and over what I should do, what I was doing wrong, sometimes what I did right, but I always thought that my way wasnt good enough, my sister and her husband always made me feel judged. I dont agree with alot of the things my brother in law does or says or thinks. but I never said anything. When difficult child was small he did alot for him, he spent alot of time with him, doing guy stuff and being the Dad that was not in his life. As difficult child got older and started to have trouble brother in law tried to help but couldnt then when difficult child had real trouble like with the law and with the drugs, brother in law stepped back. He didnt want anything to do with him, he was cold to him and sometimes downright rude. My sister would say that difficult child needs to earn his respect back, but no matter what difficult child would do it was never good enough for him. I almost felt like if difficult child was not who brother in law thought he should be then he didnt love him.
I had enough of it and told my sister just that.
Now about difficult child, I asked myself over and over, "what is he doing here" "why am I letting him stay here" and I think my answer is this. When difficult child was out and roaming the streets and living who knows where, I spend night after night not knowing if he was dead or alive, thinking about how awful his life was. I also would think about his death, I knew he was going to die, I knew I would get a phone call telling me he was found somewhere, some dirty place, some basement somewhere and he would be dirty and skinny and who knows what else. He would have died thinking that I didnt love him, thinking that he had nothing in the world.
I think that I am still preparing for him to die... I am just trying to change the way it happens in my thoughts. Does that make sense to anyone? I think if I Mother him, keep him warm during the winter, feed him, do his laundry, let him be here with his family that when he goes it wont be so bad, for him or for me??? Am I crazy??
I have a gut feeling that he was high a few times, I was sneaking around in his text messeges and am pretty sure I was right. What do I do? I have been asking myself that over and over and I am so afraid of him dying alone and hungry and dirty and in some smelly God awful place and I dont want to spend the rest of my life with the image of him dying in that way.
My son is an addict I cant change that, I guess I feel like I have to be able to change something I have been powerless for years in his addiction. Is this my way of changing something? My way of helping? Is it for him or for Me?? I do not want him to die that way. I dont feel like I am trying to save him because I know I cant. I think I am trying to make sure when he goes I know he was here with me and not alone. I think I have given up on his recovery and I know I have accepted he will leave me at the hand of his addiction.
I just needed to to get this down so I can go back and re read it to see if I made any sense at all.
Grace