MrsMcNear46
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I got the call a couple of weeks ago, "Mom, I'm pregnant." boyfriend and I are happy and it will all work out. OK, Sweet Betsy, I am here to support you.
Since then, it has been up and down. She and boyfriend cannot get along, have no perm. home, they are living and working for his uncle in Mich. but had planned to move back to Chicago in the spring. Last nite I get the call, Mom, I don't want to be pregnant, I don't want to be with boyfriend, I don't want to be an 18 year old with no education and living on public aid with a baby. I don't want to be a mom. So, Sweet Betsy, what do you propose to do about all that? No answer, no plan, no nothing. I don't want to come home Mom, but what choice do I have, I don't want to be here with him.
I went to bed so worried, so shook up. Up this morning with the attitude I've adopted this new year...it will be a good day, it will be what I make it. easy child would not get up and go to school....another issue in itself, so I just left...consequences for that later. Not at work 10 mins., cell rings. Sweet Betsy on other end....I have to get out of here now. I hate him. I listen to her sob for a few minutes then told her I would look up train information and email it to her. Along with that email, I told her that she was going to have to get a plan. That she was going to have to find a path and stay on it. That I would be here to support and help her.
You all know how very much I love Sweet Betsy. But we cannot live together. It doesn't work for either of us. She stayed at her dad's for 8 months in 2005 and he kicked her out twice. Then she left for Chicago. I'm sure he will let her come back to his house, but it will only be a matter of a short time before I get the call from Betsy that dad says Get out. I always get the phone call...and usually whatever is wrong, is blamed on me....can't win for losing sometimes.
Ok guys, where do I draw the line with Bets? She is so fragile sometimes, I really worry about a suicide attempt. She tried once before. I really don't know what to do or say. I would appriciate all your input...
If I had my way, I'd pack my car and head to the beach!
Thanks,
Mrs. McNear
Since then, it has been up and down. She and boyfriend cannot get along, have no perm. home, they are living and working for his uncle in Mich. but had planned to move back to Chicago in the spring. Last nite I get the call, Mom, I don't want to be pregnant, I don't want to be with boyfriend, I don't want to be an 18 year old with no education and living on public aid with a baby. I don't want to be a mom. So, Sweet Betsy, what do you propose to do about all that? No answer, no plan, no nothing. I don't want to come home Mom, but what choice do I have, I don't want to be here with him.
I went to bed so worried, so shook up. Up this morning with the attitude I've adopted this new year...it will be a good day, it will be what I make it. easy child would not get up and go to school....another issue in itself, so I just left...consequences for that later. Not at work 10 mins., cell rings. Sweet Betsy on other end....I have to get out of here now. I hate him. I listen to her sob for a few minutes then told her I would look up train information and email it to her. Along with that email, I told her that she was going to have to get a plan. That she was going to have to find a path and stay on it. That I would be here to support and help her.
You all know how very much I love Sweet Betsy. But we cannot live together. It doesn't work for either of us. She stayed at her dad's for 8 months in 2005 and he kicked her out twice. Then she left for Chicago. I'm sure he will let her come back to his house, but it will only be a matter of a short time before I get the call from Betsy that dad says Get out. I always get the phone call...and usually whatever is wrong, is blamed on me....can't win for losing sometimes.
Ok guys, where do I draw the line with Bets? She is so fragile sometimes, I really worry about a suicide attempt. She tried once before. I really don't know what to do or say. I would appriciate all your input...
If I had my way, I'd pack my car and head to the beach!
Thanks,
Mrs. McNear