Few weeks ago i sent a letter to son in prison. Told him i reached the end of my rope. That once again im in therapy. And the two people who need it most dont go. Him for his problems and hubby for being unaffectionate. And i really dont feel like speaking to him much. Of course he understood and took responsibility but i didnt feel relieved cuz he just wants me to stick around to manipulate more. I dont trust his motives. Im his only link to outside prison, and only one he has in world. Everyone turned their backs and left me holding the bag. Family members are so two face turning their backs on him by not sending him a birthday card in prison but continue with others who have longer rap sheets. Or continue with others who smoke mj everyday, sister's boyfriend. Sick of putting everyone first.