Acacia
Well-Known Member
I posted last week that my son was angry at me for telling probation the truth that he did not live with me, and I didn’t know if he had gone back to jail or not. he told me that I am set an awful person without a heart. Every encounter takes a lot out of me.
I didn’t hear from him for a week then got a series of texts on Monday.
It always starts out innocently with no acknowledgment of his verbal abuse. He told me he suffered heat stroke and had been vomiting and sick. Some people let him and his girlfriend hang out at their place but he needed air conditioning for the afternoon since it was 100° out. He, of course, wanted to come to my house because he is homeless two months after leaving jail with money from me towards housing.
I told him that I couldn’t have him at the house given how he behaves towards me. I suggested he go to the library and that if he was really still sick he should go to the emergency room. He begged me to come to the house - ramping up the fear and manipulation. I held my ground.
I held my boundary but I feel awful. He doesn’t care that I am recovering from a multiple fractured arm. I know I did the loving thing for me, protecting myself from his behavior. I feel like a terrible person even though I know I am not. The thoughts intrude over and over again.
I pray, re-read posts, but too much of my time is spent beating myself up. any thoughts on how to quiet my stinking thinking would be very appreciated .
I didn’t hear from him for a week then got a series of texts on Monday.
It always starts out innocently with no acknowledgment of his verbal abuse. He told me he suffered heat stroke and had been vomiting and sick. Some people let him and his girlfriend hang out at their place but he needed air conditioning for the afternoon since it was 100° out. He, of course, wanted to come to my house because he is homeless two months after leaving jail with money from me towards housing.
I told him that I couldn’t have him at the house given how he behaves towards me. I suggested he go to the library and that if he was really still sick he should go to the emergency room. He begged me to come to the house - ramping up the fear and manipulation. I held my ground.
I held my boundary but I feel awful. He doesn’t care that I am recovering from a multiple fractured arm. I know I did the loving thing for me, protecting myself from his behavior. I feel like a terrible person even though I know I am not. The thoughts intrude over and over again.
I pray, re-read posts, but too much of my time is spent beating myself up. any thoughts on how to quiet my stinking thinking would be very appreciated .