I would love to give everyone here a big hug and a big thank you. I appreciate all the advice so much.
My phone rang a total of 6 times yesterday all within about an hour of each other from the same number. I did not recognize the number so I decided to let it go to my voice mail...well I had to go get my mom's supper started and while I was in the kitchen I thought "I wonder who that was"..so I checked and there was a voice message left from my son. He said, very nicely I might add, "mom - it's me..I need to run by there real quick, get the rest of my clothes and my cd's...I'll be there in a little bit"...my husband had left a couple of hours earlier to go to work, which is about 15 min up the street..I texted him to let him know, he called me back and told me if there were any problems be sure and call him. Well, the doorbell rang, I opened the door, there stood my son I have not seen in over 3 weeks, I wanted to hug him so bad, but I didn't..I said come on in and get your stuff...he said how you doing mom...he went to his room...NOW, after he was kicked out, I went up to wal-mart and got some extra large containers to put the rest of his clothes in..had everything all nicely put away and stacked in the closet...ANYWAY, he went to his room and I could hear him rustling around in his closet getting into the containers and such..then he came out of his room and he said to me in a very demanding voice "WHERE ARE MY CD'S MOM? DID YOU THROW THEM AWAY, HUH MOTHER? DID YOU?" I then thought, "oh lord, here we go"...I said "why in the world would I throw them away..I did not throw anything away, they are in the boxes somewhere"...so he then proceeded to just throw a rant and a rave throwing stuff everywhere, cussing, hollering because he could not find these particular cd's...He said "they were in the car"..which he was referring to the car that we were going to let him have until he started coming home in it drunk...it was also the car my husband had taken to work that day...I called my husband and told him that son was getting out of control and I was becoming worried...he said he would be here in a minute he was going to leave work..meanwhile son called me a lying F'ing B(*%h!...his dad gets here..goes to son's room where son is..calmly asks him to get what he wants so he does not need to come back..son tells his dad he wants his cd's he can't find them and they were limited edition, blah blah blah...he says they were in the car..husband ask me if I got them out of the car..NOW, I have so much going on in my life I cannot remember my name sometimes..so I said I do not really remember, I thought I did, but maybe not..so we go out to the car to look, and low and behold there they were...my husbnad nicely says toson.."there they are, get them and go"..son leaves in this car I have never seen before....I don't know if it's the person he's staying with or what. BUT as he was getting in the car I heard him call my husband a Fat F*&#%r.
This incident has reinforced what we have done is the right thing for us to do. It is a horrible thing to love someone so much and to be afraid of them.
I hate it but I am beginning to think I do not ever want to see him again. And then the guilt for feeling like that sets in. I guess you just can't win for losing.