Just two weeks ago I had to have my son removed from our home. Since then he has been living in his girlfriend’s car. They did find their way into a Rehab last week, only to be released into the New England Snow storm last night.
It took every ounce of energy I had to NOT say… “just come home”. One side of my mother’s heart belongs to my little man, and is determined to protect him from the insanity that has happened in our home. The other side… wants to do the same for his older brother. No parent wants to see their (adult) child homeless and living in a car during a snow storm none the less. But I knew if I let them in last night it would only be a matter of time before it all started again.
It is my prayer that this will push them forward to change. That hardship will make them look at the choices they are making with a new set of eyes. All the while my eyes are leaking…
Being the mother (or father)of an addict is hard stuff… especially when they are homeless and it snows.
Good to know that we are not alone in these struggles with loved ones. God bless you for sharing what we are all struggling with!
Its a mixed blessing… We are not alone, and yet there is WAY too many of us.
I am so sorry, you are a strong woman, and I believe in the hard choices you are making. I pray for your son also. Thanks for sharing.
It takes every ounce of strength I have, and some pretty worn out knees praying for more.
My heart aches with yours! Knowone knows
The ache we hve as parents of an addict!
I am proud of you being strong and not caving in. Very hard to stay strong. I continue to pray for you and your family!
Addiction…….the only thing I will say “I hate”
And there are thousands of us that HATE it right along side you. But ohhh we love our kids.
I’m sitting here reading this in a peaceful quiet house. I asked my son to leave in October. Had I not done that, I would be making up, taking my purse out from under my pillow, looking in on him to make sure he had no o’d during the night and going downstairs to check if anything was missing.
Although I still think of my son daily, I am not consumed with his life any more and his sister gets the attention and peace she too deserves.
It’s been a long, very cold winter here and I heard the desperation in his voice every time when he first left. I made my heart sick but I knew my whole soul and being would be sick too if he came back.
You are right, we are nit alone but there are way too many if us in our community.
Know that my heart aches with yours and completely understands. I recently spoke with a mom who was very new to this ugly journey and she had NO concept of getting to the place where she would do what we have… in time.. if addiction wins and a mess ensues… then in time..
Oh how I hate this thing called addiction.