Copabanana
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I am very sad too. Son left the area voluntarily 2 months ago from rental house where he punched holes in walls we were lovingly remodeling. For him.
He had not adhered to one of our conditions. We had not wanted him back 15 months before. He showed up.
He wants to come back again. Not really but desperate. Life not working for him. Variety of lies. That he has a bed in tx offered in 2 weeks and wants to come home in the interim. Promises. Coincidently in 2 weeks his ssi check arrives.
We had told him--no coming back with marijuana. He knows this.
Begged. Begged more. Suicide threat. Said: If I have to come back I'll kill myself. Begged more.
I weakened. I will talk to M if you provide verification of the bed and that insurance will pay by signing authorizations for me to call.
Two days of back and forth with M. He said. How is it good for him or you that he use residential treatment like a free time out to wait for his ssi check. He always goes to treatment when he has no money or nowhere to go.
I agreed. Told son on phone: We will be here for you when you are in treatment and wanting to be productive. Did not say: No. Just reaffirmed what has been stated 3 million times.
I had weakened.
Just desolate now. Heartbroken.
It is not so much that he is homeless, degraded, broke. (we offered to travel to him and buy food.) But OK. How could it not be that?
It is something collapsed in me. Hope for myself, my life. Meaning of life.
Defeat. Cannot get out of this cycle. Seem unable to detach. Did for a long time. Now? No.
So very very sad and broken. Even though I realize it is not my brokenness that I am carrying.
He had not adhered to one of our conditions. We had not wanted him back 15 months before. He showed up.
He wants to come back again. Not really but desperate. Life not working for him. Variety of lies. That he has a bed in tx offered in 2 weeks and wants to come home in the interim. Promises. Coincidently in 2 weeks his ssi check arrives.
We had told him--no coming back with marijuana. He knows this.
Begged. Begged more. Suicide threat. Said: If I have to come back I'll kill myself. Begged more.
I weakened. I will talk to M if you provide verification of the bed and that insurance will pay by signing authorizations for me to call.
Two days of back and forth with M. He said. How is it good for him or you that he use residential treatment like a free time out to wait for his ssi check. He always goes to treatment when he has no money or nowhere to go.
I agreed. Told son on phone: We will be here for you when you are in treatment and wanting to be productive. Did not say: No. Just reaffirmed what has been stated 3 million times.
I had weakened.
Just desolate now. Heartbroken.
It is not so much that he is homeless, degraded, broke. (we offered to travel to him and buy food.) But OK. How could it not be that?
It is something collapsed in me. Hope for myself, my life. Meaning of life.
Defeat. Cannot get out of this cycle. Seem unable to detach. Did for a long time. Now? No.
So very very sad and broken. Even though I realize it is not my brokenness that I am carrying.
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