I'm a little upset with my older son. He is a very capable man, and i've helped him with a lot through the years. If he needed a ride to get his new tire rims I was there for him. If he needed me to pick him up far away driving down freeways that I'm not familiar with 4 lanes of traffic and tolls (and I don't even like 2 lane ones) I did it for him.
All I asked for was to pick up some cash from me and get me some things because my credit card was hacked, I'm sick and sore and can't get to the store. He's in this town every week night from work. And then..... nope, no show.
I'm feeling a little better today, drank orange juice a bit at a time. Funny in a way, my younger son will say the most awful things to me. Yet he's the one willing to go get me milk and coffee today. I love them both. I've had to take the hard path with my younger so many times. I've almost lost this apartment because of how he shouts and bangs doors and flys off the handle. He can't live with me. But if it rains, I don't care what my neighbors think, he can go in the back seat of my car.
I'm really hoping holding out being strong in the boudaries will help him realize it's time to get a job and find his way. I prayed so many times over the years, for him to find the right job, it seemed like it was answered. Nope. I don't believe anymore. Not because of just that. But he's been through so much. I just want to see him smile again, and not use weed because he thinks it will help him. It's hurting him when he's using it all day so much.
All I asked for was to pick up some cash from me and get me some things because my credit card was hacked, I'm sick and sore and can't get to the store. He's in this town every week night from work. And then..... nope, no show.
I'm feeling a little better today, drank orange juice a bit at a time. Funny in a way, my younger son will say the most awful things to me. Yet he's the one willing to go get me milk and coffee today. I love them both. I've had to take the hard path with my younger so many times. I've almost lost this apartment because of how he shouts and bangs doors and flys off the handle. He can't live with me. But if it rains, I don't care what my neighbors think, he can go in the back seat of my car.
I'm really hoping holding out being strong in the boudaries will help him realize it's time to get a job and find his way. I prayed so many times over the years, for him to find the right job, it seemed like it was answered. Nope. I don't believe anymore. Not because of just that. But he's been through so much. I just want to see him smile again, and not use weed because he thinks it will help him. It's hurting him when he's using it all day so much.


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