Janet,
You know our kindred sons. Nine years huh? Nine long years and now it is to the point where when I hear myself thinking out loud about things to help Dude I believe due to stress I've come to an impasse.
And I think if it happened with them ONCE in a blue moon (two full moons in one month) I would shrug and say "This too shall pass" and move on from that mental place. You know but it's more like a step ladder in a well that's filling up. You start on the bottom run safe and fairly secure. Then the flood starts and drama is the water. And so when you can - you move up one rung, and think I am safe for now. Yet MORE water pours in, and you move up a rung, and MORE water floods in. And this process repeats itself until you are at the uppermost rung on the ladder at the top of the well and you look around and see - LAND - and run.
The thing is - the flood never seems to stop coming for some of these kids. And eventually I've found myself sitting alone thinking - If I had stayed in the well I would have drown. And I just get SO sick and tired of being sick and tired and tired of complaining about being tired of being sick and tired, I just dont' know where to go.
I love my son. No doubt in that. I want him to be healthy, happy, safe and settled. I don't know when that happens and it's a battle to stop myself from feeling guilty about stepping away and letting his life happen because ALL of me wants to save him. Part of me wants him to just go somewhere and bother someone else. Most of me wants to feel something; anything that was like it was before dude. And just about the time I allow myself that convenience - WHAM - here comes the flood again. And the drama for me is what is so stressful.
I'm sorry Cory is being a difficult child. I wonder about the girlfriend - if she doesn't help him pay that fine SHE KNOWS he goes to jail and maybe SHE is ready for a break and figures no pay - no Cory - and fancies herself all alone in HER room in YOUR house?
I'd like to send you a bucket to bail out your never ending well - but like that song says - there's a hole in my bucket dear janet......and if I had any idea what would allow us to just breathe? I'd get two. you deserve better than what you endure.
Hugs
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