Copa, I was just reading through posts again and wondered what happened with your son? Did he, in fact, leave?
My heart goes out to you.
Hi Beta. Thank you for caring about us.
Yes. He did leave. I didn't want him to leave, but there was no way he could stay. There was a problem at the job. He didn't have money. He was squatting in the yard. Just everything kind of ran out of steam.
He fantasized that it would be a perfectly good alternative and fun, to live on the street again in the big Metro. He anticipated he would have all kinds of support from his (formerly) best friend. (And I think he wanted me to give back the money he'd paid me for rent which I did.)
It didn't work out as he had hoped. The good thing is we've been in regular communication.
He called today and says he wants to come back. He says he has been attacked several times. *While I don't doubt there is danger, I think this is an exaggeration. He promised to no longer sleep/squat in the yard (one of the issues.) I told him I wanted him to come back, but that he had to be the one to address the issues we keep having. Not just to say,
I'll be perfect from now on....But to come up with actual ways he will change, with plans and support, that are realistic.
He is scheduled for the liver biopsy on Thursday. He says he has been able to take bird baths and his clothes are clean, but I don't see how. He also says he has transportation handled to the hospital, which is in a City about an hour from where he is. I want him so badly to go to that biopsy, but I know I have no control.
I have been so frightened. I wake up in the night or early in the morning, sad and anxious. He's literally sleeping in some urban forest in bushes.
The only good thing has been that I am so worried that he's sleeping outside (no tent, no sleeping bag, no coat), that I don't have energy to worry so much about the biopsy.
Beta. Thank you again for asking. It feels really good that you asked, and that I can tell you what's going on.
Did I tell you he's calling after the biopsy, to discuss his return? I'm a little bit anxious. Because it's like all the other five thousand times. Of course he wants to come back. But he wants to live in the way he wants to live. And I'm the one who has to accept his terms. He may promise changes, but they don't happen.
A friend suggested I rent a small apartment for him. I may do it. And just leave him alone. I don't know.