Yesterday, my baby son had my H’s phone. I lent it to him because he had lost his.
I get a call from my H’s friend asking if we know anything about our son being broken down out of town, and someone was posing as my H, asking this friend to send cash through “cash app” to help him get his car towed.
Then another friend calls with the same story.
Of course, it was my son.
This has broken me. To me, this is worse than his issues in the past. Drug stuff. Even robbery.
This was using his father’s friends as victims in a scheme.
The friend screen shot the text and sent it to us. When we presented the evidence to him and asked why he would do such a thing, he simply said he didn’t have any money.
He has been so different since the birth of his son. Working hard, much better and more loving relationship with us.
I told him yesterday, as I was taking him back to his apartment with his family, that if having a son was not going to change him, what ever possibly could.
No response of course.
I’m so scared. My heart is broken. My spirit is broken. My hope is gone.
This particular son is the one who was born addicted to crack cocaine due to his birth mothers drug habit. He has been taken to a renown neuropsychologist…since he was about five years old, every two years, until he was about 15. I am not excusing his behavior, I am basing my feeling opinions on what I have observed in him as well as the dr’s diagnosis.
He has been very rebellious and had trouble with the law for the last 10 years off and on.
My mother, who passed away seven years ago, ask me one time… Toward the end of her life… “Do you ever think that he will straighten out and get his life together?” I answered yes that I believed he would. Then she ask me if I thought it would happen in her lifetime. And I had to honestly say, “no, mom, I don’t. But I think it will happen.”
I have no reason to believe that I am near the end of my life, whatever that means exactly, but I am finding myself asking that same question of myself… “Well I live long enough to see him break from these patterns and make something different of his life?“
I am beginning to believe that the answer is no.
And I am coming to believe that my other two sons, although their character is more intact than the other son, that they will never take much of their lives either.
And every day I realize that even though my H’s pain is under control, he will most likely never be a whole person again.
My significance to them and for them is nil. I have not made a positive difference in their lives.
If this is being codependent - I’m fine with it. These are the most important people to me, and I am inconsolable that they have been no better off to have me as their mother / wife.
I’m trying to figure out what was my place in the world suppose to be, and where did I miss the mark.
Sorry to be such a buzz kill.