Some of you have read my thread under helping hands titled “apology” and many asked what can I do to help and I thank all of you that asked. for those that didn’t read that post here’s a quick recap. 2017 was not the best of times for my wife and I. We moved to Virginia at my sons request in 2015. In the process of moving I fell, breaking my wrist in enough places that it required surgery, plates, and screws to be put back together. The plan was my wife and I would stay with my son, daughter inlaw, and grandchildren. After all 4 years earlier they stayed with us for 2 and a half years with there three dogs and my granddaughter. All the time not contributing one red cent for food, utilities, or anything. They didn’t know what they wanted to do with there lives. No big deal that’s what parents do. Anyway back to 2015. The daughter inlaw has since got some direction and joined the navy and in October, was up for det (mini deployment). Well there went the marriage. She told my son she no longer wanted to be married. In the mean time I was fighting with social security to get my disability, not for my wrist but for the dozen or so other surgeries I’ve had including 2 back surgery’s, 3 knee surgeries ( including a total replacement) ankle reconstruction, 2 surgeries on my other wrist, open heart surgery, and a few others. The list is to long to list. Not many original parts left. My disability finally gets approval and I get a settlement. I won’t say the amount but I’ve worked my whole life, I’m 61 and I fought with the government for over 4 years before it was awarded. I ask my son “ I know your are having a hard time do you want your mother and I to stay with you and help you? Or would you rather we got our own place?” His answer was dad that would be a big help!
And so it started I bought all the groceries mind you. Dad I don’t have the rent. Ok son I’ll lend it to you. Dad I can’t pay the lights, the water, etc. ok son I can help I’ll lend it to you. Dad I don’t have money for xmass. Son I won’t let the girls not have a xmass. You all get the idea. Meanwhile he keeps buying toys for himself, go out four wheeling wrecks the car. I lend money. I lend him money for his Divorce lawyers. By now you know were this is going. The settlement is soon gone. I say son you need to start paying me back! The bank is now empty! Understand he is not some young kid lowlife. He is thirty years old and has a good job! At the top of his game! As you can imagine things are getting a little tense but still bearable I still have faith in my son. That all changed during the fall of 2017 when my wife read his Facebook post from his now girlfriend saying how happy she was now that my son and her had rented a house and were moving. Surprise! News to mom and dad! He came home from work that night and I questioned him and yep. He was moving in 2 weeks and we needed to be out. My wife and I had no money, no place to live, no prospects, and as I soon found out no help from my son.
Well I did what a man is supposed to do. I sold what I had, kept what I must, and borrowed what I could! I found a place for my and I and my service dogs! That was October of 2017! Not much of a holiday season we still have my granddaughters Xmas gifts here. We have seen the granddaughters but that was before xmass. Not a word from my son. Not for thanksgiving, his mother’s birthday, my birthday, nor Xmas.
All this time the Facebook posts keep showing up. new guns ( 2 of my guns are still in a pawn shop including my hunting rifle) new wheels for his truck, etc... None of it necessities.
So back to my question what would you do with a son like that! I lost it tonight after his latest post! Another kick were it hurts the most! My heart! I could not take it anymore I contacted him and told him I wanted nothing more to do with him! I told him to contact me only when it was in reference to my granddaughters. If he didn’t care about his mother that I cared nothing about him.
Once again I apologize for this rantas I have no one else to rant to. It’s not like I can talk to my son I needed to vent!