Scrappy_Tink
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Its sad to have to come to a message board for advise
but there is nobody else I can talk with that wouldnt be biased one way or another (family).
History I was a single mom for 10 years. My sons father, whom I was married to for ten years, was an abusive alcoholic with no respect for women. The final straw for me, was when my 7 year old son started talking down to me with the same disrespect as his father. It finely hit me that if I didnt get out, that neither of my sons would know the proper way to treat women, and would grow up to be abusive like their father.
Fast forward .ten years of temper tantrums from my now 20 year old son, ten years of counseling that just didnt take, with diagnosis of ADD, ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder), depression, and possible Bi-Polar disorder. Ten years of replacing things he broke (never HIS things) in fits of temper, or damaged by calculated retaliation because I tried to discipline him. Ten years of patching holes in walls. Ten years of phone calls from principals, suspensions, detentions. He graduated with a GED, which he aced, even though his high school years report cards were typically all Fs. Ten years of him bullying and threatening his younger brother. Ten years of promising my youngest son that things would change, when we both knew I was in way over my head.
Things started to get worse last year when we got into an argument, which escalated into him looking me straight in the eye and dumping a whole bottle of anti-depressants into his mouth while mocking me. Me and my, then fiancé, watched as emergency personnel worked with him, and was told that his organs could be permanently damaged. I never felt as much as a failure as a mother at that moment I felt like my heart was breaking. The next day he was admitted into a Stress Clinic, where he admitted two days later that he never swallowed the pills, that he spit them out when I ran to get help, all because he was mad at me. After that, Ive never been able to trust him I couldnt believe him about anything, any of his feelings hed try to share. Nothing, because I was always afraid he was trying to manipulate me into getting his way. Later, he had made arrangements to live with his step brother (my ex and girlfriend never got married, but the boy was like a brother to my son) After living with A for three weeks, he did something inexcusable and got kicked out of his house, and went to live with his father for a few weeks. He called me crying, begging to come home, swearing that hed change I told him the only way he could come home was if he promised to join the service, because he needed to be independent, and quite frankly, I didnt want him living with us any more. Ive forgiven him, but I just cant forget when he pretended to try to kill himself because I made him mad .it haunts me. Not that I wanted it to be REAL, its just unbelievable what level he could go to, to hurt me.
He was allowed to come home for 6 months to wait out the process of joining the Army. It was again, 6 months of stress, him fighting constantly with his brother threatening to kill himself, if I couldnt make things better for him. Two weeks before he left, my husband had to go to his step-fathers funeral, and J went ballistic again (he wouldnt do it when my husband was home). He got in a physical fight with his younger brother (now 16), threw him on the ground, and was screaming obscenities at him, and threatened to kill him. The only reason I didnt call the police, was I was afraid it would keep him from being able to start basic training (please dont flame me, I thought the Army would give him the discipline Ive obviously failed at). For two weeks, my youngest son pushed his dresser against his door at night, because he was afraid of his big brother.
J finely went off to basic about 7 weeks ago now hes telling me that hes getting medically discharged because he has degenerative disc in his back. Now he wants to come home again.
I am 50 years old and wondering when we get to be happy? If I tell him yes, and he promises to change, I know its going to be the same, and hes going to make everyone miserable. If I say no, and he has nowhere else to go, he will end up homeless. How can I live with myself, knowing hes on the streets? My youngest son is just starting to be happier, and when I told him about J, his face just got expressionless and said Thats okay mom, it was inevitable.
I know I shouldnt be asking strangers for advise, but who else will give honest opinions, than people not invested in the relationship. I dont know if I could live with myself if I didnt let him come home, and got a call that he took too many pills or did something else self-destructive .but I dont know how I can put the whole family through the stress of him living under our roof again.
My husband, who has been nothing but supportive through everything says he doesnt want J back, because he sees what it does to me, but its my decision and he has my back no matter what. How I ever found such a loving, wonderful, supportive man through all this is a miracle. But its taking a toll on our marriage too not the love we have for each other, but just the constant ups and downs and constant stress over J.
I honestly dont know what to do.
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History I was a single mom for 10 years. My sons father, whom I was married to for ten years, was an abusive alcoholic with no respect for women. The final straw for me, was when my 7 year old son started talking down to me with the same disrespect as his father. It finely hit me that if I didnt get out, that neither of my sons would know the proper way to treat women, and would grow up to be abusive like their father.
Fast forward .ten years of temper tantrums from my now 20 year old son, ten years of counseling that just didnt take, with diagnosis of ADD, ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder), depression, and possible Bi-Polar disorder. Ten years of replacing things he broke (never HIS things) in fits of temper, or damaged by calculated retaliation because I tried to discipline him. Ten years of patching holes in walls. Ten years of phone calls from principals, suspensions, detentions. He graduated with a GED, which he aced, even though his high school years report cards were typically all Fs. Ten years of him bullying and threatening his younger brother. Ten years of promising my youngest son that things would change, when we both knew I was in way over my head.
Things started to get worse last year when we got into an argument, which escalated into him looking me straight in the eye and dumping a whole bottle of anti-depressants into his mouth while mocking me. Me and my, then fiancé, watched as emergency personnel worked with him, and was told that his organs could be permanently damaged. I never felt as much as a failure as a mother at that moment I felt like my heart was breaking. The next day he was admitted into a Stress Clinic, where he admitted two days later that he never swallowed the pills, that he spit them out when I ran to get help, all because he was mad at me. After that, Ive never been able to trust him I couldnt believe him about anything, any of his feelings hed try to share. Nothing, because I was always afraid he was trying to manipulate me into getting his way. Later, he had made arrangements to live with his step brother (my ex and girlfriend never got married, but the boy was like a brother to my son) After living with A for three weeks, he did something inexcusable and got kicked out of his house, and went to live with his father for a few weeks. He called me crying, begging to come home, swearing that hed change I told him the only way he could come home was if he promised to join the service, because he needed to be independent, and quite frankly, I didnt want him living with us any more. Ive forgiven him, but I just cant forget when he pretended to try to kill himself because I made him mad .it haunts me. Not that I wanted it to be REAL, its just unbelievable what level he could go to, to hurt me.
He was allowed to come home for 6 months to wait out the process of joining the Army. It was again, 6 months of stress, him fighting constantly with his brother threatening to kill himself, if I couldnt make things better for him. Two weeks before he left, my husband had to go to his step-fathers funeral, and J went ballistic again (he wouldnt do it when my husband was home). He got in a physical fight with his younger brother (now 16), threw him on the ground, and was screaming obscenities at him, and threatened to kill him. The only reason I didnt call the police, was I was afraid it would keep him from being able to start basic training (please dont flame me, I thought the Army would give him the discipline Ive obviously failed at). For two weeks, my youngest son pushed his dresser against his door at night, because he was afraid of his big brother.
J finely went off to basic about 7 weeks ago now hes telling me that hes getting medically discharged because he has degenerative disc in his back. Now he wants to come home again.
I am 50 years old and wondering when we get to be happy? If I tell him yes, and he promises to change, I know its going to be the same, and hes going to make everyone miserable. If I say no, and he has nowhere else to go, he will end up homeless. How can I live with myself, knowing hes on the streets? My youngest son is just starting to be happier, and when I told him about J, his face just got expressionless and said Thats okay mom, it was inevitable.
I know I shouldnt be asking strangers for advise, but who else will give honest opinions, than people not invested in the relationship. I dont know if I could live with myself if I didnt let him come home, and got a call that he took too many pills or did something else self-destructive .but I dont know how I can put the whole family through the stress of him living under our roof again.
My husband, who has been nothing but supportive through everything says he doesnt want J back, because he sees what it does to me, but its my decision and he has my back no matter what. How I ever found such a loving, wonderful, supportive man through all this is a miracle. But its taking a toll on our marriage too not the love we have for each other, but just the constant ups and downs and constant stress over J.
I honestly dont know what to do.
.