witzend
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It's been a long hard slog, but I am finally getting husband to clean the garage out. We have been doing home improvement projects for the past several years, and that has been his excuse to never put anything away. He's also a hoarder, so there are boxes and boxes of paperback books from childhood, grandmas garbage, etc. Rooms have been remodeled, furniture changed, and so forth.
M will be 21 on Friday, and we haven't heard from him in two years. It's nearly four years since he moved out. Over three since he essentially cut us out of his life completely to leech off of friends instead of trying to work things out with us.
There is so much stuff that we have either given to the Goodwill or sold on Craigslist that he could have had. L has exchanged a couple of e-mails with him, although he is really not interested in a relationship with her, either. I know that he is working and has an apartment that he moved into a few months ago. There's no way that he could afford new furniture or household items. I'm sure we could have furnished an apartment for him over the last several months out of the stuff we have gotten rid of. It's something my parents did for me. I did it for L when she was in her first real place. There is still a lot of camping gear and other boxed up stuff that I want to get to that I know he could use and would want if it were offered to him.
It makes me angry that he is cheating himself out of these things by being such a jerk. I'd really like it if he would make some sort of attempt to have even a cordial relationship with us. I would meet him halfway - but not an inch further!
Sadly, given that L told me that when she found him (on her own) on MySpace and wrote to him, his friends started writing messages on his page every day that ended with "Your Mom's a Wh--e!" Sorry, but that's too much. No one deserves to be publicly humiliated like that. I never did anything even remotely like something that would deserve that.
I hope it makes him happy, I guess. Otherwise it's a lot of hate and hurt for nothing and no one.
Not to say that I dwell on it. But it makes cleaning out the garage sad. No advice on this sought or needed. I just needed to say it out loud to someone who would understand and not just grunt back at me. (Like husband.)
M will be 21 on Friday, and we haven't heard from him in two years. It's nearly four years since he moved out. Over three since he essentially cut us out of his life completely to leech off of friends instead of trying to work things out with us.
There is so much stuff that we have either given to the Goodwill or sold on Craigslist that he could have had. L has exchanged a couple of e-mails with him, although he is really not interested in a relationship with her, either. I know that he is working and has an apartment that he moved into a few months ago. There's no way that he could afford new furniture or household items. I'm sure we could have furnished an apartment for him over the last several months out of the stuff we have gotten rid of. It's something my parents did for me. I did it for L when she was in her first real place. There is still a lot of camping gear and other boxed up stuff that I want to get to that I know he could use and would want if it were offered to him.
It makes me angry that he is cheating himself out of these things by being such a jerk. I'd really like it if he would make some sort of attempt to have even a cordial relationship with us. I would meet him halfway - but not an inch further!
Sadly, given that L told me that when she found him (on her own) on MySpace and wrote to him, his friends started writing messages on his page every day that ended with "Your Mom's a Wh--e!" Sorry, but that's too much. No one deserves to be publicly humiliated like that. I never did anything even remotely like something that would deserve that.
I hope it makes him happy, I guess. Otherwise it's a lot of hate and hurt for nothing and no one.
Not to say that I dwell on it. But it makes cleaning out the garage sad. No advice on this sought or needed. I just needed to say it out loud to someone who would understand and not just grunt back at me. (Like husband.)