Copabanana
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My son left my area about 4 months ago to the area where we are from about 3 hours away. Now I think he is heading back this way.
After threatening suicide (to soften me up, I guess) he asked if he could come here just for the night, until he got settled either in a shelter or couch surfing somewhere in town. I said no, that I was sure he could work it out. I reminded him he had options, including even returning to Brazil if that was what he wanted to do. He did not like that and began swearing at me. I said goodbye and hung up.
My son's last situation was taking care of a dog while he lived in a studio apartment. He said that the one requirement was that he not leave the dog alone outside. He said that the landlady filmed the dog alone outside. The dog's owner insisted (by phone--she is in Brazil, apparently) that he leave. His friend who had helped him get the living situation came over and also told him he had to leave. My son said he called the police, "because it was not fair and he was doing nothing wrong."
My son does not want to understand that as long as he does not have a contract with his name on it, he has no occupancy rights. The same thing keeps happening over and over again. With the same result.
My son has called the police on us numerous times, for similarly capricious reasons. He has done so living with other people too.
I am sick at heart.
M says he thinks my son will come back to our area because he has nowhere else to go and nobody else to go to. M says my son know that I will help him get a living situation somewhere. I do not know if I will or will not.
All I know is my son does not seem to be learning. First, that it is necessary to compromise. Second, that he cannot make one hundred percent of the rules and impose what he wants in a situation where he has no power. Third, that he has to put some effort into things to get them to go right. Fourth, my son does not seem to value friendship and a hand. He seems to betray those who try to help him. He does not feel any sense of obligation or of gratitude for help, a hand.
My son has burnt his bridges with everybody who has tried to help him. He acts cold and blames others for everything. He feels betrayed. He does not accept that he has to do his part. He thinks he has tried and tried to no avail. I see him as trying not at all.
When he left my area 4 months ago he went to work with this long-time friend and live with the friend and his father. While the weather was OK they did landscape concrete.
He seemed to do well working hard. When the work ran out because of cold wet weather was when I began to hear about problems with the Dad which centered around marijuana.
My son does not seem to understand that when he lives with other people in their home, he has to subordinate his will to theirs, at least a little bit. Not biting the hand that feeds you. Simple, no?
The Dad did not like my son's use of marijuana, and did not like that my son provided marijuana to his own son.
My son did not see how the Dad had any right to interfere as long as he did not use the marijuana in their home. There was an explosion.
My son was kicked out.
I dread that he comes back here. I dread these phone calls just as much. I despair that he does not learn, that his life is like groundhog day. The same thing over and over, just worse. Without learning.
There are people who do not learn or change. Typically they believe like my son, that other people are the ones who are thinking and acting incorrectly, not they. These kinds of personalities are very resistant to change, because they do not see themselves as responsible.
The more that my son keeps going as he is, the more I fear he will not change.
There has always been the hope that he will mature, that he will learn. I have held out hope. Now, since an hour ago I have the twin fears of his harming himself or myself being harmed by his return here. I hate that I have to feel this way about my son.
My son has become hard and cold. For these past months, as his situation improved, he could show me some warmth and caring. I was grateful.
It was such a nice respite these past 4 months to only have to deal with phone calls which got progressively easier as I set limits. I know I can continue the same with him here, if he comes, but for right this second, I wish I did not have to face this.
I told M, "I wish I could disconnect the phone." He said I cannot. Of course I realize I cannot. I just want to.
COPA
After threatening suicide (to soften me up, I guess) he asked if he could come here just for the night, until he got settled either in a shelter or couch surfing somewhere in town. I said no, that I was sure he could work it out. I reminded him he had options, including even returning to Brazil if that was what he wanted to do. He did not like that and began swearing at me. I said goodbye and hung up.
My son's last situation was taking care of a dog while he lived in a studio apartment. He said that the one requirement was that he not leave the dog alone outside. He said that the landlady filmed the dog alone outside. The dog's owner insisted (by phone--she is in Brazil, apparently) that he leave. His friend who had helped him get the living situation came over and also told him he had to leave. My son said he called the police, "because it was not fair and he was doing nothing wrong."
My son does not want to understand that as long as he does not have a contract with his name on it, he has no occupancy rights. The same thing keeps happening over and over again. With the same result.
My son has called the police on us numerous times, for similarly capricious reasons. He has done so living with other people too.
I am sick at heart.
M says he thinks my son will come back to our area because he has nowhere else to go and nobody else to go to. M says my son know that I will help him get a living situation somewhere. I do not know if I will or will not.
All I know is my son does not seem to be learning. First, that it is necessary to compromise. Second, that he cannot make one hundred percent of the rules and impose what he wants in a situation where he has no power. Third, that he has to put some effort into things to get them to go right. Fourth, my son does not seem to value friendship and a hand. He seems to betray those who try to help him. He does not feel any sense of obligation or of gratitude for help, a hand.
My son has burnt his bridges with everybody who has tried to help him. He acts cold and blames others for everything. He feels betrayed. He does not accept that he has to do his part. He thinks he has tried and tried to no avail. I see him as trying not at all.
When he left my area 4 months ago he went to work with this long-time friend and live with the friend and his father. While the weather was OK they did landscape concrete.
He seemed to do well working hard. When the work ran out because of cold wet weather was when I began to hear about problems with the Dad which centered around marijuana.
My son does not seem to understand that when he lives with other people in their home, he has to subordinate his will to theirs, at least a little bit. Not biting the hand that feeds you. Simple, no?
The Dad did not like my son's use of marijuana, and did not like that my son provided marijuana to his own son.
My son did not see how the Dad had any right to interfere as long as he did not use the marijuana in their home. There was an explosion.
My son was kicked out.
I dread that he comes back here. I dread these phone calls just as much. I despair that he does not learn, that his life is like groundhog day. The same thing over and over, just worse. Without learning.
There are people who do not learn or change. Typically they believe like my son, that other people are the ones who are thinking and acting incorrectly, not they. These kinds of personalities are very resistant to change, because they do not see themselves as responsible.
The more that my son keeps going as he is, the more I fear he will not change.
There has always been the hope that he will mature, that he will learn. I have held out hope. Now, since an hour ago I have the twin fears of his harming himself or myself being harmed by his return here. I hate that I have to feel this way about my son.
My son has become hard and cold. For these past months, as his situation improved, he could show me some warmth and caring. I was grateful.
It was such a nice respite these past 4 months to only have to deal with phone calls which got progressively easier as I set limits. I know I can continue the same with him here, if he comes, but for right this second, I wish I did not have to face this.
I told M, "I wish I could disconnect the phone." He said I cannot. Of course I realize I cannot. I just want to.
COPA
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