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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 656791" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>We are losing control here. M told my son: "You use the marijuana like a drug. Your mother thinks you are getting better. I told her you're not. You are more arrogant, act more the despot, try to control and dominate us and insult us, when that fails."</p><p></p><p>"Do as you want" he said. "That, is your right to do. If you don't want to recognize that the consequences you receive in this life come from you, your attitude and your choices, so be it. But what about your mother? Every time you treat her as you do, she goes backward, she slips further back from where she was, way further. If this continues I will go to Social Security and have them withdraw your money. You are not using it to help yourself, but to hurt yourself and those around you."</p><p></p><p>( I guess M didn't get the Detachment Parenting Memo.)</p><p></p><p>I have not yet gotten to the chapter of Detachment Parenting that covers this topic, this situation I find myself in. Not knowing what to do, I left the room and went to bed.</p><p></p><p>I will now read a book. A mystery. At least here what has been broken comes together in the end.</p><p></p><p>What has changed? I have a sort of calm. My heart is filled with love, not fear.</p><p></p><p>P.S Less than an hour later we are giggling together, bonded, huddled in the bedroom. It seems that the landlady who dropped my son off...has been outside in front of the house these past two hours...gathering pieces of M's beloved cacti. </p><p></p><p>P.S.S. M is not amused. He is offended and angry. This woman has torn off pieces of 20 plants; she has violated if not destroyed them.</p><p></p><p>"Why could she not have asked me," M laments. "This is not the time to cut them. I wash my hands before I touch each one, so as to protect it."</p><p></p><p>Under cover of waiting for my son, a lie, she lurked in our yard and assaulted our plants, so that she could steal parts of them. I guess the moral of the story is you can't protect what you love.</p><p></p><p>.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 656791, member: 18958"] We are losing control here. M told my son: "You use the marijuana like a drug. Your mother thinks you are getting better. I told her you're not. You are more arrogant, act more the despot, try to control and dominate us and insult us, when that fails." "Do as you want" he said. "That, is your right to do. If you don't want to recognize that the consequences you receive in this life come from you, your attitude and your choices, so be it. But what about your mother? Every time you treat her as you do, she goes backward, she slips further back from where she was, way further. If this continues I will go to Social Security and have them withdraw your money. You are not using it to help yourself, but to hurt yourself and those around you." ( I guess M didn't get the Detachment Parenting Memo.) I have not yet gotten to the chapter of Detachment Parenting that covers this topic, this situation I find myself in. Not knowing what to do, I left the room and went to bed. I will now read a book. A mystery. At least here what has been broken comes together in the end. What has changed? I have a sort of calm. My heart is filled with love, not fear. P.S Less than an hour later we are giggling together, bonded, huddled in the bedroom. It seems that the landlady who dropped my son off...has been outside in front of the house these past two hours...gathering pieces of M's beloved cacti. P.S.S. M is not amused. He is offended and angry. This woman has torn off pieces of 20 plants; she has violated if not destroyed them. "Why could she not have asked me," M laments. "This is not the time to cut them. I wash my hands before I touch each one, so as to protect it." Under cover of waiting for my son, a lie, she lurked in our yard and assaulted our plants, so that she could steal parts of them. I guess the moral of the story is you can't protect what you love. . [/QUOTE]
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