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<blockquote data-quote="Lil" data-source="post: 638004" data-attributes="member: 17309"><p>Well, it was a rough evening. I was so tired. All remodeling just went undone while my husband and I sat and stared numbly at the TV and ate fast food because I had no energy to get off my butt and cook and neither did he. We just neither one cared. Of course at 9, totally exhausted, we go to bed...and I just <em>lost </em>it. The sobbing I'd managed to not do all day took over and I cried hysterically for about 1/2 hour. Bless my husband, he took my snotting all over him very well. <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/love_heart.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":love_heart:" title="love_heart :love_heart:" data-shortname=":love_heart:" /></p><p></p><p>So we got back up, sat on the patio, smoked too much, had a long talk. Finally went back to bed about 11:30 fully expecting to not sleep. But, I guess that falling apart was what I needed because I actually slept pretty well all things considered. We got up and went to church today.</p><p></p><p>I only had to leave the service once to keep from making a scene when I started to cry. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite11" alt=":rolleyes:" title="Roll Eyes :rolleyes:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":rolleyes:" /></p><p></p><p></p><p>But today really is better. I keep telling myself over and over how darn much money he took. I keep reminding myself that when we had him walk into our bedroom, where the jug and the change and a few ones were laying on the bed, he looked at them and said, "Yeah? What's all this?" as though he had no idea. How I had to threaten to call the police before he admitted it. How even then he lied about when it was taken and swore up and down he hadn't taken well over $600.00 from us. Even when I pointed out the chart attached to the jug, which clearly listed the date and amount, and informed him we'd counted it Sept. 10th, because we'd missed three weeks and we wanted to see exactly how much we were behind. Even then he refused to admit it had been that recently. As though it matters <em>when </em>he stole it. </p><p></p><p>I find myself wondering if he lies so much he actually convinces himself. </p><p></p><p>So at the moment, I'm trying to get past denial and bargaining and on to anger on the stages of grief. I'm trying to remember that he did this. He knew, he'd been told, that we would not live with a thief. He chose to do something I in my wildest dreams would not have done to my parents. He chose. </p><p></p><p>But I still find myself wondering where he is and whether his teeth are going to fall out since he didn't take his toothbrush.</p><p></p><p>I think I'll go find something to keep myself busy.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lil, post: 638004, member: 17309"] Well, it was a rough evening. I was so tired. All remodeling just went undone while my husband and I sat and stared numbly at the TV and ate fast food because I had no energy to get off my butt and cook and neither did he. We just neither one cared. Of course at 9, totally exhausted, we go to bed...and I just [I]lost [/I]it. The sobbing I'd managed to not do all day took over and I cried hysterically for about 1/2 hour. Bless my husband, he took my snotting all over him very well. :love_heart: So we got back up, sat on the patio, smoked too much, had a long talk. Finally went back to bed about 11:30 fully expecting to not sleep. But, I guess that falling apart was what I needed because I actually slept pretty well all things considered. We got up and went to church today. I only had to leave the service once to keep from making a scene when I started to cry. :rolleyes: But today really is better. I keep telling myself over and over how darn much money he took. I keep reminding myself that when we had him walk into our bedroom, where the jug and the change and a few ones were laying on the bed, he looked at them and said, "Yeah? What's all this?" as though he had no idea. How I had to threaten to call the police before he admitted it. How even then he lied about when it was taken and swore up and down he hadn't taken well over $600.00 from us. Even when I pointed out the chart attached to the jug, which clearly listed the date and amount, and informed him we'd counted it Sept. 10th, because we'd missed three weeks and we wanted to see exactly how much we were behind. Even then he refused to admit it had been that recently. As though it matters [I]when [/I]he stole it. I find myself wondering if he lies so much he actually convinces himself. So at the moment, I'm trying to get past denial and bargaining and on to anger on the stages of grief. I'm trying to remember that he did this. He knew, he'd been told, that we would not live with a thief. He chose to do something I in my wildest dreams would not have done to my parents. He chose. But I still find myself wondering where he is and whether his teeth are going to fall out since he didn't take his toothbrush. I think I'll go find something to keep myself busy. [/QUOTE]
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