Our love seems to mess it all up doesn't it.
Truthfully, painfully, yes, it does.
I was ok yesterday. I really was. I was ok with telling him we would not be sending food, or money for food, when he is capable of supporting himself.
Today a friend who still has access to his FB page asked me about a post he put up yesterday afternoon. (I cannot see his posts because he blocked us.) In the post he said he was leaving last night to hike the Continental Divide Trail and asked for food to be sent to general delivery of a post office 200+ miles along the trail.
That is what floored me. I thought he was lying when he told me about the hike. I did not think he was going on any trip at all. I thought this was a ploy for money.
Hearing about the post set me back, rocked me back to my core, because it seemed he was telling the truth after all, and I didn't believe him. I couldn't live with myself for that.
I know the score as far as all the times he lied and I DID believe him, but still...I couldn't live with myself if I didn't believe a truth and something bad happened to him.
I cried all the way home from work tonight.
Then I checked with another friend of a friend...in this case, actually a friend of a friend of a friend...who as it happens knows firsthand what is going on.
My son is not hiking. He has no intention of hiking a dangerous trail at high altitude in late fall, nor did he ever intend to do so.
He is meeting a mutual acquaintance and they will hitchhike together to Oregon, via the town with the request for general delivery of food.
Not that hitching isn't dangerous enough...but he is not hiking. His post and his messages to me are not true. He is just ramping up the drama.
I don't know why he would say such things. I can't begin to fathom it.
I would have helped him with food anyway, if he was sober and moving toward a goal. There aren't many times in our lives we can travel and see the world like this. If he was traveling under his own steam, I would have helped him. It is as much an education as college in many ways.
Why did he have to lie about it?
I still feel like I can't do this anymore. I can't deal with this crazy-making behavior. I can't invest in it, but I have no choice. There is nothing to hold onto, yet I grab on with both hands. There is nobody on the other end, even though it means all to me. If it was a spouse or a boyfriend, I could just call him a )$#&RD and move on. But I can't, because this is my child.
How do we begin to reconcile this?
I was ok when I didn't know.
Yes, sometimes our love seems to mess it all up.