i agree with the others. in every single point.
you left no stone unturned.
people will hurt us and betray us. often they are our blood. i am not sure why we feel ourselves the shame but i know i do.
you love your son with all your heart and soul. the anger is but one manifestation.
like others say he is exactly where he needs to be. they may have placed him on suicide watch due to his instrumental threat.
i pray he does not get bail. but this is out of your control and responsibility.it is almost as if this was scripted. as if you have been on
a spiritual workout program to face this, in the months prior.
while you may not feel so, nobody could be stronger than you are to deal with this right now.
the love, the hope, the faith strengthened you as much or more than the boundaries. i believe that. like warp and weave of the strongest fabric.
there is nothing to do right now except care for your husband and yourself.
your son has begun his adult journey by going on to the open road far, far from home.
i continue to believe this is immaturity, hubris and drug addiction. but whatever it is, it is not yours.
you have no more role in this. society now has taken charge. it is out of your hands. this is better. in a paradoxical way. for him and you.
he demonstrated that there is nothing at all you can do. nothing.
his chances are now one hundred percent located in him.
all of us believe that there is a right and better thing we can do. and then another. and another. until there is nothing left to do.
oh. i wish i could reach through this phone and hug you.
Thank you Copa. Today is a fatigue day. Husband is gone for business. I have a job interview I am heading out to (worst timing ever!). I have been in my own head and wrestling with the FOG.
I suppose it’s a natural unnatural process. When I look at the ugly side of life such as the size of the jail he is in, 100 Football Fields in size. A Super jail by Canadian standards. I am not so special.
A dear friend asked me how I think parents of murderers and pedophiles cope. Good question it got me out of my own head and panic/Pitty party mode.
FOG is Steven King thick. Need to find a way through it. There is no way around this, I have to go through it.
Naranon meeting tonight. It is not my favorite support, this forum and a few close sage Srug moms are primary. Ur if I come home for the evening I fear the FOG will deep inside my head again. Preventative maintenance.
I journal here. It helps. And I in turn I hope it helps others.
The deciept still rocks me. I can understand the impulse grab of tempting money for the addict. But this calculated, premeditated repetitive theft while boldly worming his way back into our home; it still makes me feel faint and physically ill. It comes in waves.
Will jail be his bottom? Will he ever hit bottom? Who knows. Is he safe. I hope so. He is certainly the poor boy in the prison pod. I am not putting any money on his books so he can barter for contra-ban and drugs.
If this hardens him further this is his choice. If this provides to be a road to salvation this is his choice. This is his choice.
I will Greive and no longer in perpetuity, the boy I knew is gone. He will never come back to me. There will always be a barrier of suspicion and doubt always.
Deep breathing and meditation helps.
I send energy to the universe to help him find his way.