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<blockquote data-quote="lovemysons" data-source="post: 759057" data-attributes="member: 3305"><p>Thank you to each one of you for the wisdom, prayers and care. </p><p></p><p>My son didn’t stay in the streets of our little town long the other night…his wife drove up from Texas to Oklahoma to pick him up here. This, after first sending me a guilt ridden text about “putting him out in the streets right before the holidays.” Which of course, wasn’t wholly true.</p><p></p><p>But by Saturday, when she drove him back here to get on the bus to California, she hugged me, told me she loved me and that she was sorry. She saw his drug-craving behavior for herself over those few days that son was with her and the grandkids. Son even charged her $40 to hang up Christmas lights for his own children so that he could buy more Kratom.</p><p></p><p>He is now in California. He sent a text to me last night saying, </p><p>“I love you mama</p><p>always please remember your dream that God told you that I am safe and in His hands. Never worry for me to the point of sorrow. Remember always the moon will shine tonight the sun will rise in the morning and your son will come home again.”</p><p></p><p>Night time is the most difficult time for me…I am sure those of you with homeless children can relate. I say my prayers, toss and turn and get up to smoke a cigarette, yet nothing makes me feel better. </p><p>I wake up in the morning and dear husband and I discuss the situation about our son before he leaves for work. We both come to the same conclusion …it makes no sense. How can our son give up his children, his mama, his whole family? How can he not want warmth, a cozy bed, a hot shower, a fridge with food in it? No shelter except for drugs and a Bible. What a combination! Like I said, it makes no sense. </p><p>I am never going to be able to understand this…like dear husband often says, “The hardest thing in the world is to accept other people’s choices.”</p><p></p><p>My heart hurts.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="lovemysons, post: 759057, member: 3305"] Thank you to each one of you for the wisdom, prayers and care. My son didn’t stay in the streets of our little town long the other night…his wife drove up from Texas to Oklahoma to pick him up here. This, after first sending me a guilt ridden text about “putting him out in the streets right before the holidays.” Which of course, wasn’t wholly true. But by Saturday, when she drove him back here to get on the bus to California, she hugged me, told me she loved me and that she was sorry. She saw his drug-craving behavior for herself over those few days that son was with her and the grandkids. Son even charged her $40 to hang up Christmas lights for his own children so that he could buy more Kratom. He is now in California. He sent a text to me last night saying, “I love you mama always please remember your dream that God told you that I am safe and in His hands. Never worry for me to the point of sorrow. Remember always the moon will shine tonight the sun will rise in the morning and your son will come home again.” Night time is the most difficult time for me…I am sure those of you with homeless children can relate. I say my prayers, toss and turn and get up to smoke a cigarette, yet nothing makes me feel better. I wake up in the morning and dear husband and I discuss the situation about our son before he leaves for work. We both come to the same conclusion …it makes no sense. How can our son give up his children, his mama, his whole family? How can he not want warmth, a cozy bed, a hot shower, a fridge with food in it? No shelter except for drugs and a Bible. What a combination! Like I said, it makes no sense. I am never going to be able to understand this…like dear husband often says, “The hardest thing in the world is to accept other people’s choices.” My heart hurts. [/QUOTE]
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