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<blockquote data-quote="SeaGenieTx" data-source="post: 664276" data-attributes="member: 18773"><p>I have NO family left except my son, who a week ago I kicked out for the 3rd and final time. If I can survive this horror anybody can! My best friends left me too - one moved away, the other shacked up with a guy and no longer has time for me. There is literally no one left to betray me - everyone is gone! I never dreamed my son would become addicted to pot and who knows what else. He watched my oldest brother (a major pot smoker) die of cancer, and my other brother (an alcoholic) lose his job, become homeless and die on the streets (drank himself to death). My son won the lottery with the addiction gene I guess, he smokes pot all day long, then drinks and parties all night and recently (reason why I kicked him out) I discovered he was doing inhalants (whipits). "Mom, pot is not bad, nature/God gives it to us...." "Mom, whipits are not that bad - just a party favor". Me: "You are 23 and frying your brain, you cough and hack like you already have lung cancer, now you are inhaling tubes of compressed gas? What else are you doing to blow your brains out?". You can't grow up, get a job, respect your mother - I'm sorry you are outta here. I was called delusional, psycho, crazy and "I just can't believe you mom" as he left.</p><p></p><p>I found the whipits container box hidden in his room and that just did it for me. I threw his suitcase at him, made him leave and changed the locks. Have not heard from him - it's been a week. I know he is ok because I have full access to his bank account. I'm watching all his transactions so I know he is alive and what he is doing. So far going all over town buying stuff at head (pot) shops, buying food, withdrawing cash for partying.</p><p></p><p>It's extremely difficult for me, I have no one to talk to or any support except for this forum (which I have to say is priceless). The advice and support I have received on here has truly helped me more than paying for a shrink.</p><p></p><p>I just have to do what I have done when I've lost my other family members - keep going! Lucky for me and all the s**t I've gone thru, I know I will be ok. Doesn't surprise me that my own son would betray me, everyone else has! I refuse to curl up and die over it. I gave that kid 23 years of my life and this is what I get.</p><p></p><p>I will not let my son destroy me. I am 52 and now I am going to do some living (start checking off items on my bucket list). I might just have to plan those trips alone, go out to eat by myself, be the lonely cat lady for awhile. I woke up this morning with a voice saying "Lady this is YOUR life!". I'm very lonely but the only cure for that is to stop wallowing in self pity and get out there and make the most of the time I've got left. Otherwise I'm going to give myself an ulcer staring at the walls crying and worrying about my son.</p><p></p><p>It's hard - I love my son but if he wants to self destruct that is his choice. I've rowed my boat out to save him so many times. I've rescued him over and over but instead of thanking me & being grateful for everything I've done for him - he has poked holes in the boat! Son, that boat has now sunk. I'm the Captain now, I've got a new big ship you can't sink, you no longer have permission to come aboard.</p><p></p><p>You have to stay strong and keep going - it's the only way. Thank goodness I have a decent job and I've recently lost almost 30 lbs. I'm more determined than ever to lose another 20. Eating right and exercising have kept me sane. Today I am going to go look at a women's athletic club close to my work. I might join it so I can go be around people and work out (swim, maybe find one of those Zoomba classes). I have to keep my mind occupied - otherwise it just causes me total misery. Someone on here said something that really resonated with me... "Think of your son 95% of the time = 95% misery, think of him only 2% of the time = 2% misery". Trying like heck to keep it at 2%.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SeaGenieTx, post: 664276, member: 18773"] I have NO family left except my son, who a week ago I kicked out for the 3rd and final time. If I can survive this horror anybody can! My best friends left me too - one moved away, the other shacked up with a guy and no longer has time for me. There is literally no one left to betray me - everyone is gone! I never dreamed my son would become addicted to pot and who knows what else. He watched my oldest brother (a major pot smoker) die of cancer, and my other brother (an alcoholic) lose his job, become homeless and die on the streets (drank himself to death). My son won the lottery with the addiction gene I guess, he smokes pot all day long, then drinks and parties all night and recently (reason why I kicked him out) I discovered he was doing inhalants (whipits). "Mom, pot is not bad, nature/God gives it to us...." "Mom, whipits are not that bad - just a party favor". Me: "You are 23 and frying your brain, you cough and hack like you already have lung cancer, now you are inhaling tubes of compressed gas? What else are you doing to blow your brains out?". You can't grow up, get a job, respect your mother - I'm sorry you are outta here. I was called delusional, psycho, crazy and "I just can't believe you mom" as he left. I found the whipits container box hidden in his room and that just did it for me. I threw his suitcase at him, made him leave and changed the locks. Have not heard from him - it's been a week. I know he is ok because I have full access to his bank account. I'm watching all his transactions so I know he is alive and what he is doing. So far going all over town buying stuff at head (pot) shops, buying food, withdrawing cash for partying. It's extremely difficult for me, I have no one to talk to or any support except for this forum (which I have to say is priceless). The advice and support I have received on here has truly helped me more than paying for a shrink. I just have to do what I have done when I've lost my other family members - keep going! Lucky for me and all the s**t I've gone thru, I know I will be ok. Doesn't surprise me that my own son would betray me, everyone else has! I refuse to curl up and die over it. I gave that kid 23 years of my life and this is what I get. I will not let my son destroy me. I am 52 and now I am going to do some living (start checking off items on my bucket list). I might just have to plan those trips alone, go out to eat by myself, be the lonely cat lady for awhile. I woke up this morning with a voice saying "Lady this is YOUR life!". I'm very lonely but the only cure for that is to stop wallowing in self pity and get out there and make the most of the time I've got left. Otherwise I'm going to give myself an ulcer staring at the walls crying and worrying about my son. It's hard - I love my son but if he wants to self destruct that is his choice. I've rowed my boat out to save him so many times. I've rescued him over and over but instead of thanking me & being grateful for everything I've done for him - he has poked holes in the boat! Son, that boat has now sunk. I'm the Captain now, I've got a new big ship you can't sink, you no longer have permission to come aboard. You have to stay strong and keep going - it's the only way. Thank goodness I have a decent job and I've recently lost almost 30 lbs. I'm more determined than ever to lose another 20. Eating right and exercising have kept me sane. Today I am going to go look at a women's athletic club close to my work. I might join it so I can go be around people and work out (swim, maybe find one of those Zoomba classes). I have to keep my mind occupied - otherwise it just causes me total misery. Someone on here said something that really resonated with me... "Think of your son 95% of the time = 95% misery, think of him only 2% of the time = 2% misery". Trying like heck to keep it at 2%. [/QUOTE]
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