My 24yo son called early this morning from a street corner in Vegas. He and his girlfriend got into a fight. Again.
At least this time neither of them was hauled off to jail.
All he had with him was $20 and his ID.
She had her car (which they’ve been living in) and all their belongings.
My husband got the call, and immediately went into rescue mode.
I asked him if he was sure this was something we should do.
After all, we’ve been down this path a few times already. Each time, he returns to us with nothing, and she sells/destroys/discards everything he has.
We clean him up, sober him up, get him a job, a wardrobe, some hope, and bed to sleep on and a little jingle in his pocket.
And everyone prays that this time will be different.
Until she shows up, he tells us to off, and he takes off with her. Again.
This last time, I said no more. Never again. And I meant it. We’ve only spoken a few words since. That was more than half a year ago.
Do we really want to do this again?
“Absolutely,” he said. “We prayed to God to get her out of his life once and for all, and this time she’s done it good. This is an answer to our prayers.”
I didn’t believe it. And I’m not sure he really did either. But I didn’t stop him.
So hubs bought a plane ticket and flew our homeless son home an hour later.
He left work to pick him up from the airport and drive him back to our house.
Told him to take a shower, find some clean clothes, have something to eat, take a nap...
We’ll be home this afternoon and we can talk about finding a job and how long he can stay...
By the time we got home at 4:30, he was gone.
And we haven’t heard from him since.
No answer / reply to calls or texts.
So here I am, trying to keep my head above the waves feeling so stupid and betrayed and weak and sad... so, so sad. And alone in it all.
Thank you all for being here so that I have a place that I can say all this.
Because I know that no matter what I say to my hubs will only end up sounding like blame.
And truly, I love him for still having that hope that our boy just might come around and finally be a man.
At least this time neither of them was hauled off to jail.
All he had with him was $20 and his ID.
She had her car (which they’ve been living in) and all their belongings.
My husband got the call, and immediately went into rescue mode.
I asked him if he was sure this was something we should do.
After all, we’ve been down this path a few times already. Each time, he returns to us with nothing, and she sells/destroys/discards everything he has.
We clean him up, sober him up, get him a job, a wardrobe, some hope, and bed to sleep on and a little jingle in his pocket.
And everyone prays that this time will be different.
Until she shows up, he tells us to off, and he takes off with her. Again.
This last time, I said no more. Never again. And I meant it. We’ve only spoken a few words since. That was more than half a year ago.
Do we really want to do this again?
“Absolutely,” he said. “We prayed to God to get her out of his life once and for all, and this time she’s done it good. This is an answer to our prayers.”
I didn’t believe it. And I’m not sure he really did either. But I didn’t stop him.
So hubs bought a plane ticket and flew our homeless son home an hour later.
He left work to pick him up from the airport and drive him back to our house.
Told him to take a shower, find some clean clothes, have something to eat, take a nap...
We’ll be home this afternoon and we can talk about finding a job and how long he can stay...
By the time we got home at 4:30, he was gone.
And we haven’t heard from him since.
No answer / reply to calls or texts.
So here I am, trying to keep my head above the waves feeling so stupid and betrayed and weak and sad... so, so sad. And alone in it all.
Thank you all for being here so that I have a place that I can say all this.
Because I know that no matter what I say to my hubs will only end up sounding like blame.
And truly, I love him for still having that hope that our boy just might come around and finally be a man.