Josh is bitter about the moves we made. During his lifetime, we moved less than six times while he was growing up. He claims living in small towns was horrible for him and that he was treated with racism. I never saw anything like that, but of course, I have no idea what might have been said to him in high school. But he had a reasonable number of friends, played soccer, and seemed to be liked. These excessive numbers of moves he seems to think we made are all in his mind, and he uses them as an excuse to blame us for what has gone wrong in his life, among other things.
He told me two days ago in a text, "If you want to ever see me again, you know what you have to do." I knew what he meant, but I asked anyway, "What I have to do..?" He said he needed money for a car or an apartment. It makes me furious that he thinks he can extort money from us and try to emotionally blackmail us. I felt like saying, "See ya. Have a nice life." But I held my tongue and didn't respond.
He started in this morning with some ugly, malicious texts, calling me "an old b*tch" etc. I have decided that I am done. I'm not responding. I'm going to just "fall off the edge of the earth" as far as he is concerned. Mental illness (and spiritual depravity) has stolen the sweet boy I once knew. I'll grieve that for the rest of my life, but I'd determined to reclaim my life and my peace.