My husband and I were watching a movie there was the doorbell ringing over and over. We both just sat there not wanting to deal with whomever it was on the other side of the door. Yet we knew exactly who it was, my son. I thought to myself I don't want to do this today so I ignored the rings. Then there's a bang on the door. F@#$%!! My Sanctuary disrupted yet again by my 28 year old kid who is proving a point he says, of its all about I. He hands my husband and list of his needs. He says we always help other family members but him so here's the list of what I need... Has he forgotten he has never established residency due to living with mommy. He has mooch off me damn near his 30s. I've done nothing but help him until now! I'm freaking sick of this
I deserve my Sanctuary my peace my life! Am I selfish to want to live life without the guilt?
He claims he has shelter but with no utilities. He's hungry, he's dirty, he needs cigarettes, he needs a coat. I have bought so many coats for him.
I ask if he's taking his medications he says yeah mom. I ask what's his plans for income? He yells I know mom. I tell him why won't he go to the shelter and get into the drug treatment? He says I don't do drugs anymore. I don't need it. He says all I need is $13 to get me till foodstamps come in. Then he yells at me and calls me names. Where is the humbleness? Who is the kid? Is he really mental or is he on drugs or both? Do I need to fear for safety? Do I call to have him admitted? F@#$ I don't know anymore I'm just exhausted!
I deserve my Sanctuary my peace my life! Am I selfish to want to live life without the guilt?
He claims he has shelter but with no utilities. He's hungry, he's dirty, he needs cigarettes, he needs a coat. I have bought so many coats for him.
I ask if he's taking his medications he says yeah mom. I ask what's his plans for income? He yells I know mom. I tell him why won't he go to the shelter and get into the drug treatment? He says I don't do drugs anymore. I don't need it. He says all I need is $13 to get me till foodstamps come in. Then he yells at me and calls me names. Where is the humbleness? Who is the kid? Is he really mental or is he on drugs or both? Do I need to fear for safety? Do I call to have him admitted? F@#$ I don't know anymore I'm just exhausted!