Talk about unmitigated gall and nerve...my husband went to bed last night around 11. About 10 - 15 minutes after he went to bed there was a knock at the door. I knew in my heart who it was so I went to the bedroom and asked my husband to answer it while I stayed in the bedroom. Son told husband that he had just gotten off work (turns out it's a new job as a server at Pizza Hut, not delivering flyers for a local pizzeria) and wanting to know his roommate's phone number so he could call and tell her he would be getting in a little past midnight (midnight is, from my understanding, the cutoff time they agreed on, where if he's out past midnight he's out for the night). Supposedly he didn't have a phone, or at least didn't have a phone on him. I had to come out of hiding to give him the number but when he called he said there was no answer. Truth or lie, who knows. At any rate, because it was so cold, we felt like our only options were to call him an Uber so he could get "home" before midnight or let him stay on our couch for the night. Not willing to put any more Uber charges on any of our cards, we let him stay. My husband made sure he was up when he got up to get ready for work and he was just leaving when I woke up and came out in the living room. He thanked my husband for letting him spend the night and left. From the moment he got here to the time he left, not one word of acknowledgment or apology to me. Not one.
An hour after he left he called me (number that showed up was some kind of wifi calling app from Chicago...no clue how he did that without a phone, but I digress) saying he wanted "to talk". I told him I wasn't ready to talk yet, and he said "But we need to talk." I said maybe, but not yet, and I would let him know when I felt like having a conversation with him. He then said he needed us to get his medications (today is one week exactly from the last time we got his medications). Really? The first time we paid for his medications was supposed to be the only time. Then last week was it, no more after this. I guess he figured we would make this week "the last" until next week, and so on. Ba-Lo_ney! He's had ample opportunity and information to reach out to various agencies that could help him with his medications. It's not our fault that other "things" took precedence and had more priority for him.
Had he found a program that would help with medications, gotten enrolled, and needed us to pay for a week or two until he got his first paycheck, that might (MIGHT) be different, although after the events of Sunday night that might not have made a difference to me. But he has done nothing that I'm aware of to get his affairs in order.
I told him that he doesn't get to say what he said and do what he did and then ask for anything...basically what I texted him yesterday after he asked us to call an Uber for him to get to work. He then went on a tirade about how I wasn't being fair and how I'm refusing to own all the horrible things I've done that "forced" him to block me from his life ("for the most part"). As far as I'm concerned the last two words of his message Sunday, "Goodbye, mother" sealed the deal. I have nothing to say to him at this point and am not interested in what he has to say to me until he 1, apologizes, 2, unblocks me on Facebook, and can show me that he's made some progress in getting help for himself by himself. If he does even one of those things I might consider having a conversation with him. If not, he made his decision and I've made mine. After a couple of minutes and after he said "So you're just going to let me suffer?" I didn't say it but I was thinking no, YOU'RE going to let yourself 'suffer'. I said "This is pointless. I'm hanging up." and I did. He didn't call back but I'm sure this isn't the end. I'm also sure that now he feels "vindicated" in his nasty assessment of me. I'm the "bad guy" So be it. My life is in order and I don't need him to survive or get by. If he needs me and my husband to survive and get by, well, he should have thought about the consequences of what he did and said Sunday. Because whether he's off or on his medications, sleeping on someone's couch or a park bench, working or unemployed, broke or money in his pocket, it is no longer our problem or concern. And he has only himself to blame for that. (Remember, I'm "dangerous and a hindrance to his recovery and leading a successful life" but not bad enough to stop him from asking for help and favors.) If this was anyone other than my only child, it would be laughable.
