ScentofCedar
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difficult child called last night. He has been calling more often lately but, oddly enough, seemed to have to go before I could come to the phone. Even last night, he talked to husband for an amazingly long time before talking to me.
I didn't think much about that, as husband always said difficult child sounded good and seemed to be doing well.
That wasn't true. Within about one minute of taking the phone, I knew things were not as husband had reported them. What it looks like to me this morning is that difficult child is jollying husband along so he can butter him up and then, make his way home.
I can't tell you how unusual it is that difficult child would spend the time he has spent talking to his father on the phone.
That should have been a dead giveaway to me that something was wrong.
I am remembering CAMom's thread.
I feel like a cheap imitation of a mother, this morning.
It is hard not to fall into those kinds of "if I had been a better mother, this would not be happening" feelings; it is hard to believe it is drugs talking and not the child I raised or the man who should be my son.
I do understand that those feelings are the enemy and that I cannot allow them to gain a foothold again.
It makes me want to cry, every time I think about the way it should be, and about what I have, instead.
This last manipulation is so blatant.
I am shocked.
It is always so ugly when you look it in the eyes.
husband says, like he always does, that there is no way difficult child is ever coming home again ~ but that was only after I had talked to difficult child. Before that? husband literally saw nothing wrong. (And interestingly enough, difficult child refused to talk to me at first ~ told husband he wanted to talk to him a little longer, and kept telling him funny stories.)
Know what difficult child said to me as I began unravelling the fabric he had pulled over his father's eyes and told him to stand up?
"Barb, don't ever tell me to stand up again."
difficult child does not call me Mom. He calls me by my given name, as he does his father.
And no, neither of us likes that.
I feel angry and shaken.
I forgot to tell difficult child he was raised better than to do what he is doing.
I forgot everything.
I was so surprised to find difficult child in the shape he was in ~ and I am horrified to think difficult child is working husband.
Maybe I am wrong.
But I know I am not.
Barbara
:smile:
I didn't think much about that, as husband always said difficult child sounded good and seemed to be doing well.
That wasn't true. Within about one minute of taking the phone, I knew things were not as husband had reported them. What it looks like to me this morning is that difficult child is jollying husband along so he can butter him up and then, make his way home.
I can't tell you how unusual it is that difficult child would spend the time he has spent talking to his father on the phone.
That should have been a dead giveaway to me that something was wrong.
I am remembering CAMom's thread.
I feel like a cheap imitation of a mother, this morning.
It is hard not to fall into those kinds of "if I had been a better mother, this would not be happening" feelings; it is hard to believe it is drugs talking and not the child I raised or the man who should be my son.
I do understand that those feelings are the enemy and that I cannot allow them to gain a foothold again.
It makes me want to cry, every time I think about the way it should be, and about what I have, instead.
This last manipulation is so blatant.
I am shocked.
It is always so ugly when you look it in the eyes.
husband says, like he always does, that there is no way difficult child is ever coming home again ~ but that was only after I had talked to difficult child. Before that? husband literally saw nothing wrong. (And interestingly enough, difficult child refused to talk to me at first ~ told husband he wanted to talk to him a little longer, and kept telling him funny stories.)
Know what difficult child said to me as I began unravelling the fabric he had pulled over his father's eyes and told him to stand up?
"Barb, don't ever tell me to stand up again."
difficult child does not call me Mom. He calls me by my given name, as he does his father.
And no, neither of us likes that.
I feel angry and shaken.
I forgot to tell difficult child he was raised better than to do what he is doing.
I forgot everything.
I was so surprised to find difficult child in the shape he was in ~ and I am horrified to think difficult child is working husband.
Maybe I am wrong.
But I know I am not.
Barbara
:smile: