Natsom
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I drafted the following letter to my son. I would love to get input from all of the experience out there. He called me on Sunday and was already yelling at me to try and manipulate me. I'm so done with the way he treats me.
Dear Son,
I started a cheery letter on Saturday, telling you about what’s been going on in my life. Then I got your call on Sunday, and I realized that you haven’t changed at all. I was hopeful that incarceration might open your eyes. However, It seems like you have no remorse, and take no responsibility for your actions. You are just waiting to get out of jail so that you can continue the same self-centered life style and behaviors that got you where you are today.
I’ll never forget the call from you on July 16th, two days after you missed your court date. That was the day you told me that you didn’t need me in your life. You made the decision on your own to go “underground”. I told you that I did not agree with this decision. You decided that you knew better. For the next three weeks I was on pins and needles, not knowing if you were dead or alive. I didn’t know if I would ever see or hear from you again. There was nothing I could do but wait. Would I get a call from county jail or the coroner? I was relieved to get a call from jail. What a sad state of affairs.
Son, I have no power over you. I only have power over myself. If you choose to live your life for drugs, that’s your choice. My hands are tied. I will not support this life style. I will not support you financially when I know that the money I give you is being used to buy drugs that are killing you. I will no longer allow you to manipulate me or bully me for money. You are an adult with free will. If you want to be part of our family you need to play by the rules. If you don’t want to play by the rules, you’re on your own. It’s your choice.
By the way, when you are released from prison you will be on probation. This will most likely entail weekly drug testing. If you fail a test you go back to jail. It’s that simple.
I want to help you so badly. I want to make everything right again. Unfortunately, I can’t do this by myself. I have always told you that you need to do your part. You need to take the steps to do the right things on your own. I can’t live your life for you. That’s not my job. My job is to show you the right path, then it’s up to you. When your ready to help yourself there are resources available to help you get sober and find a job.
You asked if you could come and visit me in xxxxxx. I told you that I was open to the idea, and I am. However, there are things you must do before you will be welcomed back into my home.
It will take time before I will feel comfortable trusting you again. After all Ryan, you have lied to me, used my money to buy drugs, been disrespectful, deserted me, and left me out to dry. It will take time for you to get my trust back. And I hope you realize that I will only trust you when I see that your actions are headed in the right direction. Words alone will not suffice.
Here’s the reality. I love you with all of my heart. I hate the way you are behaving.
When you are ready to do the right things, and take the steps to live a meaningful and productive life, I’m here for you.
Mom
Dear Son,
I started a cheery letter on Saturday, telling you about what’s been going on in my life. Then I got your call on Sunday, and I realized that you haven’t changed at all. I was hopeful that incarceration might open your eyes. However, It seems like you have no remorse, and take no responsibility for your actions. You are just waiting to get out of jail so that you can continue the same self-centered life style and behaviors that got you where you are today.
I’ll never forget the call from you on July 16th, two days after you missed your court date. That was the day you told me that you didn’t need me in your life. You made the decision on your own to go “underground”. I told you that I did not agree with this decision. You decided that you knew better. For the next three weeks I was on pins and needles, not knowing if you were dead or alive. I didn’t know if I would ever see or hear from you again. There was nothing I could do but wait. Would I get a call from county jail or the coroner? I was relieved to get a call from jail. What a sad state of affairs.
Son, I have no power over you. I only have power over myself. If you choose to live your life for drugs, that’s your choice. My hands are tied. I will not support this life style. I will not support you financially when I know that the money I give you is being used to buy drugs that are killing you. I will no longer allow you to manipulate me or bully me for money. You are an adult with free will. If you want to be part of our family you need to play by the rules. If you don’t want to play by the rules, you’re on your own. It’s your choice.
By the way, when you are released from prison you will be on probation. This will most likely entail weekly drug testing. If you fail a test you go back to jail. It’s that simple.
I want to help you so badly. I want to make everything right again. Unfortunately, I can’t do this by myself. I have always told you that you need to do your part. You need to take the steps to do the right things on your own. I can’t live your life for you. That’s not my job. My job is to show you the right path, then it’s up to you. When your ready to help yourself there are resources available to help you get sober and find a job.
You asked if you could come and visit me in xxxxxx. I told you that I was open to the idea, and I am. However, there are things you must do before you will be welcomed back into my home.
- you must be clean and sober from all drugs for 30 days.
- you must have gainful employment for 30 days.
It will take time before I will feel comfortable trusting you again. After all Ryan, you have lied to me, used my money to buy drugs, been disrespectful, deserted me, and left me out to dry. It will take time for you to get my trust back. And I hope you realize that I will only trust you when I see that your actions are headed in the right direction. Words alone will not suffice.
Here’s the reality. I love you with all of my heart. I hate the way you are behaving.
When you are ready to do the right things, and take the steps to live a meaningful and productive life, I’m here for you.
Mom