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<blockquote data-quote="beebz" data-source="post: 763796" data-attributes="member: 23451"><p>It’s been 3 years. I reckon he’s’ been here 3 years. I cant remember. He lied and was on subs all this time (which I hate). He left once, I think, for many months and lived out of his car, went to church, worked out daily and kept his job but the family dynamic wasn’t working or I should say his mouth runs faster than he can control it and the things he said could not be taken back so we kick him out. …again….currently he is on subs, medical marijuana and works full time. I kicked him out Sunday and he will be packing this evening and when he leaves for work tomorrow morning he will not return. I am reduced to tears today. I love this kid more than anything on this earth, more than my mom, more than my dad, more than my husband…. I feel his pain, he is retarded and he is now schizophrenic. There is ZERO help out there. He is too intelligent to let me admit him somewhere. He thinks it’s fake, he doesn’t know he’s sick. I never thought I could hurt more, more than 3 years ago, but I do. All I can do is sit here and type scattered thoughts through tears. He has Tourette’s also. And for some reason, even though he eats us out of house and home, he can not gain any weight. He looks like a grotesque skeleton at 140 lbs and 6foot 2 inches. I’ve been trying to “get into” the shower now for 5 hours but am to depressed. In the last 3 years I have been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) and neurogenic claudication of my legs and cant walk anymore, can’t hike, can’t shop, cant take out the trash. I can get from point A to point B. I still try. When my legs give out people look at me like I’m drunk; oh how people stares and judge. It occurred to me that for the 3 years that I was MIA that the whole Covid debacle took place. I got it and spent a month in bed, longest month of my life with a 14 day fever and what felt like a broken spine. I have a lot of residual disorders from it. I have so many insane things that happened in the past 3 years, especially my son going to rehab, being threatened by the detective on the case we were winning in court where my son was “set up”. The “detective” in question that set my son up came to my house to intimidate us; I told out attorney and he exploded and called the prosecutor. The detective also showed us illegal printouts of my husbands laptop (That my son was using when he lived here during the case) Next thing I know, our attorney disappeared, literally. My son pled guilty and went away. (To rehab, the STAR program) Came home sober and life was up and down and up and down and up and down and now its down as he moves out tomorrow. My son said the detective threatened to kill him and my son begged me not to fight the issue in court as he was afraid. I CAN tell you that my town is corrupt. There have been many unsolved murders and murders covered up by people in power to save the “popular names” of those in politics in the county/city. The story is so long that I cannot type it correctly and in chronological order other than to say my son was begged me to drop it, feared the detective and took a felony charge for the rest of his life. He ran scared for many months and in those months managed to rack up more felony charges. My son took his best friends gun. His best friend got out of the shower, noticed my son and the gun missing, went after him in a car, my son was on foot so didn’t get far being a homeless idiot and all, the dude pulled over, took the gun and beat the <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/2012/censored2.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":censored2:" title="censored2 :censored2:" data-shortname=":censored2:" /> out of my boy and went on his way. My son went back to the shelter and the dude who GOT HIS GUN BACK somehow managed to get an indictment on my son for stealing a gun when no gun was in his possession and no gun was missing and the owner had his gun. My homeless son pled guilty because it was the “easier thing to do” and now his record makes employment extremely difficult , yet he manages to find job after job after job. To sum things up, if that is even possible, my son is now 38? , his wife is with another dude with another baby from another man , they are not divorced, my grandaughters are scared of me because they witnessed a fight with their daddy this Sunday past and the time they were living here my son filled their head with schizophrenic stories before I realized what the fuhk was even going on. They get mad at me when I kick him out because they have no clue what the “behind the scenes” is like when they are not around. The only upside of my son moving out tomorrow, if ya’ll could use a laugh, is, I can’t wait to let my 61 year old boobs back out ! When hubby and I were living the empty nest, jogger shorts and tiny tops with no bra were the way to go ! Titties do not like to be held hostage so maybe when the boobs come back out I can laugh a little. Not shutting doors will be nice when showering and dressing and so on and so on. I want to add, I barely ever proof read my stuff and any and all questions are welcome. NOTHING is stepping over the line. I am an open book and am here to share.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="beebz, post: 763796, member: 23451"] It’s been 3 years. I reckon he’s’ been here 3 years. I cant remember. He lied and was on subs all this time (which I hate). He left once, I think, for many months and lived out of his car, went to church, worked out daily and kept his job but the family dynamic wasn’t working or I should say his mouth runs faster than he can control it and the things he said could not be taken back so we kick him out. …again….currently he is on subs, medical marijuana and works full time. I kicked him out Sunday and he will be packing this evening and when he leaves for work tomorrow morning he will not return. I am reduced to tears today. I love this kid more than anything on this earth, more than my mom, more than my dad, more than my husband…. I feel his pain, he is retarded and he is now schizophrenic. There is ZERO help out there. He is too intelligent to let me admit him somewhere. He thinks it’s fake, he doesn’t know he’s sick. I never thought I could hurt more, more than 3 years ago, but I do. All I can do is sit here and type scattered thoughts through tears. He has Tourette’s also. And for some reason, even though he eats us out of house and home, he can not gain any weight. He looks like a grotesque skeleton at 140 lbs and 6foot 2 inches. I’ve been trying to “get into” the shower now for 5 hours but am to depressed. In the last 3 years I have been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) and neurogenic claudication of my legs and cant walk anymore, can’t hike, can’t shop, cant take out the trash. I can get from point A to point B. I still try. When my legs give out people look at me like I’m drunk; oh how people stares and judge. It occurred to me that for the 3 years that I was MIA that the whole Covid debacle took place. I got it and spent a month in bed, longest month of my life with a 14 day fever and what felt like a broken spine. I have a lot of residual disorders from it. I have so many insane things that happened in the past 3 years, especially my son going to rehab, being threatened by the detective on the case we were winning in court where my son was “set up”. The “detective” in question that set my son up came to my house to intimidate us; I told out attorney and he exploded and called the prosecutor. The detective also showed us illegal printouts of my husbands laptop (That my son was using when he lived here during the case) Next thing I know, our attorney disappeared, literally. My son pled guilty and went away. (To rehab, the STAR program) Came home sober and life was up and down and up and down and up and down and now its down as he moves out tomorrow. My son said the detective threatened to kill him and my son begged me not to fight the issue in court as he was afraid. I CAN tell you that my town is corrupt. There have been many unsolved murders and murders covered up by people in power to save the “popular names” of those in politics in the county/city. The story is so long that I cannot type it correctly and in chronological order other than to say my son was begged me to drop it, feared the detective and took a felony charge for the rest of his life. He ran scared for many months and in those months managed to rack up more felony charges. My son took his best friends gun. His best friend got out of the shower, noticed my son and the gun missing, went after him in a car, my son was on foot so didn’t get far being a homeless idiot and all, the dude pulled over, took the gun and beat the :censored2: out of my boy and went on his way. My son went back to the shelter and the dude who GOT HIS GUN BACK somehow managed to get an indictment on my son for stealing a gun when no gun was in his possession and no gun was missing and the owner had his gun. My homeless son pled guilty because it was the “easier thing to do” and now his record makes employment extremely difficult , yet he manages to find job after job after job. To sum things up, if that is even possible, my son is now 38? , his wife is with another dude with another baby from another man , they are not divorced, my grandaughters are scared of me because they witnessed a fight with their daddy this Sunday past and the time they were living here my son filled their head with schizophrenic stories before I realized what the fuhk was even going on. They get mad at me when I kick him out because they have no clue what the “behind the scenes” is like when they are not around. The only upside of my son moving out tomorrow, if ya’ll could use a laugh, is, I can’t wait to let my 61 year old boobs back out ! When hubby and I were living the empty nest, jogger shorts and tiny tops with no bra were the way to go ! Titties do not like to be held hostage so maybe when the boobs come back out I can laugh a little. Not shutting doors will be nice when showering and dressing and so on and so on. I want to add, I barely ever proof read my stuff and any and all questions are welcome. NOTHING is stepping over the line. I am an open book and am here to share. [/QUOTE]
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