Estherfromjerusalem
Well-Known Member
I haven't written for ages. About six months ago, difficult child was working at a good job, had a lovely girlfriend, and moved out of our home and into a teeny weeny apartment with his girlfriend. It was hard for my husband who is orthodox and found it hard to come to terms that his son was living with a girl, but he managed to find his peace with it, and things were good. Then he left the job after six months there (a record for him), and it took him two months or so to find some part-time work (selling food at some kiosk), and once again he started not sleeping at night, sleeping during the day, coming here at any hour of the day, using my computer, hanging around. His girlfriend works, has a good job, just got promotion. She's a lovely girl, and she really loves him. She and I have a good rapport.
He started talking about moving back home. He wants to come home, he wants to bring his furniture into his old room, and we should move what's there into the storeroom downstairs, bla bla bla. I really found it hard to know what to say. He is 22 and a half years old -- certainly old enough to be independent. It took me a few weeks to work out what I really want. I am not 100% healthy, my blood pressure is much too high, I've got quite a lot of quite serious health problems with my heart and my two carotid arteries and my underactive thyroid that is not stable. It has been wonderful without him here, and I want to enjoy some time before I really become old, and I'm well on the way to being old, since I will soon be 64. I'm so old (!) that my oldest granddaughter has just got engaged to be married!
I've been following Stands' posts, and I think that they have helped me, and yesterday when he said he wanted to talk to me about it, I just said straight out: "I don't want you to move back home." He said: "Oh, you don't want me at home?!" When I tried to tell him that I want to talk to him about it, he just said "I don't want to talk about it. Don't talk to me about it." And he is not talking to me. He still comes here. I do their laundry since they don't have a washing machine. He comes to see his brother who still lives here (15 months older than difficult child).
Getting through the past 15 years or so has been so very difficult. I was so pleased that we had managed to somehow keep up a good relationship with him through all the raging and violence and constant arguments between him and husband. I thought we were out of the woods. But no. It seems that he just can't bear it when life goes smoothly, and he has to make everyone around feel bad. That's the way he is. He knows I love him. Just three days ago we had a three-way cuddle -- difficult child, girlfriend and me, and he said "Mmmmm, how lovely, the two women I love!" And now -- bang!
Don't worry, I don't regret it. I am quite OK with having said no to him. There's no way I can bear the idea of him living here again. It's true, I haven't had to cope with the dreadful things some of you have, like using drugs, or criminal activities. Nevertheless, my nerves are shredded and I just don't think I can take any more. I need my peace and quiet, as much as that is possible with such a large family.
I know that he'll get over it, and find a reason to be in touch with me again. For one, the Passover holiday is almost upon us, and it is family time when we will be together. We will be 28 people for the first day and a half of the festival (Wednesday night and Thursday next week), so I'm sure we will see him, and probably before then he will have made his peace with me. But this time, I haven't been the sponge I usually am, taking whatever he throws at me. And I am pleased about that.
There, I wanted you guys to know what's going on with me. I could write reams more, but I think this is already too long. But I wanted to tell you all, that it is the strength of the board that helped me to say a real "no" -- I think for the first time, and I am grateful for that.
Love, Esther
He started talking about moving back home. He wants to come home, he wants to bring his furniture into his old room, and we should move what's there into the storeroom downstairs, bla bla bla. I really found it hard to know what to say. He is 22 and a half years old -- certainly old enough to be independent. It took me a few weeks to work out what I really want. I am not 100% healthy, my blood pressure is much too high, I've got quite a lot of quite serious health problems with my heart and my two carotid arteries and my underactive thyroid that is not stable. It has been wonderful without him here, and I want to enjoy some time before I really become old, and I'm well on the way to being old, since I will soon be 64. I'm so old (!) that my oldest granddaughter has just got engaged to be married!
I've been following Stands' posts, and I think that they have helped me, and yesterday when he said he wanted to talk to me about it, I just said straight out: "I don't want you to move back home." He said: "Oh, you don't want me at home?!" When I tried to tell him that I want to talk to him about it, he just said "I don't want to talk about it. Don't talk to me about it." And he is not talking to me. He still comes here. I do their laundry since they don't have a washing machine. He comes to see his brother who still lives here (15 months older than difficult child).
Getting through the past 15 years or so has been so very difficult. I was so pleased that we had managed to somehow keep up a good relationship with him through all the raging and violence and constant arguments between him and husband. I thought we were out of the woods. But no. It seems that he just can't bear it when life goes smoothly, and he has to make everyone around feel bad. That's the way he is. He knows I love him. Just three days ago we had a three-way cuddle -- difficult child, girlfriend and me, and he said "Mmmmm, how lovely, the two women I love!" And now -- bang!
Don't worry, I don't regret it. I am quite OK with having said no to him. There's no way I can bear the idea of him living here again. It's true, I haven't had to cope with the dreadful things some of you have, like using drugs, or criminal activities. Nevertheless, my nerves are shredded and I just don't think I can take any more. I need my peace and quiet, as much as that is possible with such a large family.
I know that he'll get over it, and find a reason to be in touch with me again. For one, the Passover holiday is almost upon us, and it is family time when we will be together. We will be 28 people for the first day and a half of the festival (Wednesday night and Thursday next week), so I'm sure we will see him, and probably before then he will have made his peace with me. But this time, I haven't been the sponge I usually am, taking whatever he throws at me. And I am pleased about that.
There, I wanted you guys to know what's going on with me. I could write reams more, but I think this is already too long. But I wanted to tell you all, that it is the strength of the board that helped me to say a real "no" -- I think for the first time, and I am grateful for that.
Love, Esther