It sure doesn't feel like it.
He came, got his playstation and some games, said if he thought of anything else he'd call or text. I didn't tell him no...even though Jabber said we were going to...I said something along the line of, "You can't keep coming back every little bit. You need to get everything." He, of course, wasn't prepared to do that, pointed out that this wasn't exactly fun for him either, and realistically, he has no place to live, so yeah...probably he shouldn't take his TV and such. I suspect the video games were to sell.
My God he is manipulative. First thing he did was say he was sorry. I said we were too, but that didn't mean we were going to change our minds any time soon. He said he wanted to say it anyway "just in case..."
Just in case WHAT? Just in case he dies tonight? Just in case we never see him again? When he left he made sure to tell us he didn't know where he'd be staying tonight, "in case..." Again, in case WHAT? I told him there was a shelter on Jefferson and he knew where it was. He said he's just hanging out here and there for now. He left. I cried a little. We went to work.
How do you do this? How do you reconcile the baby you held in your arms with this man who lies and steals and manipulates you? This is just so hard. I'm fine for a while. I tell myself "He did this. He did this to himself. We did the right thing." Then I think of that little baby who would fall asleep on my chest with his sweet little cheek nestled against my breast. I would sit and hold him and stare into his eyes for hours. I thought, "This is what innocence is...this is what God intended." Now I can barely look at him.
I know every mother has to let her baby go. But if he had grown into the decent, honorable man I truly thought he would be I wouldn't have so much trouble with this. I could be proud. But I can't be proud. He's not what I thought he would be and this just hurts so bad. I want to fix him and I know that there's no way for me to do it.