I am sad mom. I can never accept my appearance.
See, my response would have been, "I'm sorry you're sad. I don't understand this problem you have with your appearance because I think, intellectually, you know there's nothing wrong with it. I can't help you with that problem, but as always, there are therapists who can. When you want help, I will get you help."
Yes, I'm sure you've done that numerous times, offered to get him professional help for his issues, as I have with my son's, "I have no friends, I'm not happy" stuff. But I'd do it again and hope that
this time maybe it would take.
I don't mean to criticize...clearly, I'm doing nothing right so I have no place to. But he was right...you didn't address what he said. In my opinion, and it's JUST my opinion, nothing more, if you're going to ask, "What's wrong?" you have to have a conversation about what's wrong. Even if you know you should never have asked.
But I am like you. I want him near me. I do not want him in the street. I want to have hope. Which is to say, I want to want things for him, even if (especially if) he cannot want them for himself. So, right now, I see no other reasonable and acceptable alternative.
I agree except
I don't want him near me! I really don't! I was a sad he wouldn't be around for the holidays, remember? So we went to Las Vegas! I'd do that every Christmas if given the chance and a phone call would be plenty!
I want him to live his life
on his own and somewhere away from me! The farther away he is the easier it is for me to say, "Nope, can't help." I don't even want grandkids! I want him to call every week - maybe two - and text and tell me he's fine. Until he has something to brag about that I will agree is good, I don't want anything more than that!
I know everything I say sounds like - and clearly Jabber thinks - that I want him here. But what I want is for him to get some money together and have a job so he's secure and then for him to get out!!!
We came up with an amount for him to show us at the end of the month that would have left him with about $400 spending money for the month. His only expense is his cellphone. Guess what? At the end of the month, he was about $400 short of the amount we agreed on.
Yes. I'm sure that mine, who was paid $180.00 on Friday, has no money at all. Yesterday he had two loose cigarettes in the car. Which means he bummed them. Which means he doesn't even have $2.75 to buy a pack of Decades. Monday, I told him, "You haven't asked and I know this, so don't get angry...but you had $180.00 three days ago. If you had a brain, you'd have spent $30 on a carton of cheap cigarettes that would have lasted you to next payday. You did not. Do not, under any circumstances, ask me to buy you cigarettes or anything else. If you're broke, knowing that rent is coming, you're out of luck."
Folks, I don't want to give him chance after chance after chance...I want him to TAKE the one I give him!
Like I said, I know I'm not going to get what I want.
As of yesterday, he's the only sign holder for Boost. As it's going to be 90+ every day and he will be standing on concrete next to a road for hours - we'll see if that lasts. He doesn't do heat well. But then he doesn't do anything well.
Not that it may matter long. Court is next week. I'm really worried - laid awake last night worrying - that he's just going to jail and then the job is gone and he'll have nothing...no source of income and, since we're putting him out, no place to live.
He still doesn't admit he stole those DVD's in the first place. He actually said the other day, "I didn't even do anything wrong!" When the store clerk told the cop he saw him unwrap them and the cops report said that he admitted he went there to steal them. His "buddy" who had a warrant for stealing elsewhere didn't admit it - he blamed it all on my son! Does he really believe his lie? Does he really believe the cop and the store clerk had any reason to lie about it and frame him? He's a skinny white boy - and his buddy had priors - what possible reason would there be to make it up?
But there's this teeny tiny part of me that whispers, "
Maybe he's telling the truth." Like when he was in 2nd grade and he literally ran away from school because someone threw a rock on the playground and
every single child in his class said it was him, but to this day he says it was not. He still contended as of three years ago when I told him to never mention it again that he was wrongfully accused and blamed us for not believing him - 12 years later!
I wish I'd never agreed to talk to the judge. I'm his mom. I have no business being his lawyer. But I agreed. So...