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<blockquote data-quote="sadandfrustrated" data-source="post: 670878" data-attributes="member: 19612"><p>Nancy, I know you're dealing with your own grief at this time. I appreciate you taking the time to support me through this. How are you holding up? </p><p></p><p>Difficult Son, or as I prefer to call him at the moment.. Despicable Son called me yesterday wanting to know if any jobs were in. I just told him straight out, you no longer work here, and hung up the phone. I just can't speak to him at this time. I'm way too angry and hurt. </p><p> </p><p></p><p>What is difficult and unimaginable for me to wrap my mind around is that in order to find the keys to the safe, he had to have thoroughly gone through every one of my belongings in every nook and cranny in every room in this house while I was out. I should have realized that he was capable of this because last week I bought myself new socks, and since socks seemed to disappear and never returned while DS was home, I hid the new socks underneath my bras. Before I threw him out, I saw DS go in my room, go right to my bra drawer, dig under the stack of bra's, find the sock package and help himself to a new pair of socks. I remember being shocked that he knew they were there because he didn't even know I bought them. Going through my belongings must have been how he and probably his friends spent their time when I wasn't home. I just feel so skeeved knowing this. I'm tempted to wash everything I own for some reason. </p><p></p><p>ugh.. </p><p></p><p>Yes, I do hope our son's see the light, but with their denial so strong, do they even know the light exists or that they even need to find it? I know my DS sounds so believable even when he lies straight to my face that hubby and I second guess ourselves half the time. Do they even believe they have, and are the problem? </p><p></p><p>I have to wonder if he believes his own lies or is he's just so good at it. Either way, it's a scary thought. My husband asked me how i felt today since my son's been gone and I struggled to find the right word to describe my feelings, and then it dawned on me that what I was feeling was grief. I'm grieving over the loss of my son. Not the thing that looks like him, but my real son. I've finally realized that my son is gone and in his place is something that looks like him, is savvy enough to say the right things when necessary, but is devoid of empathy and all those traits that make us human. He cares only for himself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="sadandfrustrated, post: 670878, member: 19612"] Nancy, I know you're dealing with your own grief at this time. I appreciate you taking the time to support me through this. How are you holding up? Difficult Son, or as I prefer to call him at the moment.. Despicable Son called me yesterday wanting to know if any jobs were in. I just told him straight out, you no longer work here, and hung up the phone. I just can't speak to him at this time. I'm way too angry and hurt. What is difficult and unimaginable for me to wrap my mind around is that in order to find the keys to the safe, he had to have thoroughly gone through every one of my belongings in every nook and cranny in every room in this house while I was out. I should have realized that he was capable of this because last week I bought myself new socks, and since socks seemed to disappear and never returned while DS was home, I hid the new socks underneath my bras. Before I threw him out, I saw DS go in my room, go right to my bra drawer, dig under the stack of bra's, find the sock package and help himself to a new pair of socks. I remember being shocked that he knew they were there because he didn't even know I bought them. Going through my belongings must have been how he and probably his friends spent their time when I wasn't home. I just feel so skeeved knowing this. I'm tempted to wash everything I own for some reason. ugh.. Yes, I do hope our son's see the light, but with their denial so strong, do they even know the light exists or that they even need to find it? I know my DS sounds so believable even when he lies straight to my face that hubby and I second guess ourselves half the time. Do they even believe they have, and are the problem? I have to wonder if he believes his own lies or is he's just so good at it. Either way, it's a scary thought. My husband asked me how i felt today since my son's been gone and I struggled to find the right word to describe my feelings, and then it dawned on me that what I was feeling was grief. I'm grieving over the loss of my son. Not the thing that looks like him, but my real son. I've finally realized that my son is gone and in his place is something that looks like him, is savvy enough to say the right things when necessary, but is devoid of empathy and all those traits that make us human. He cares only for himself. [/QUOTE]
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