He's There!
Hello all:
What a difference a day makes! (good title for a song, and I think it's becoming my theme song). My son finally did go to his father's in Nevada. He arrived at 2:00 am. My X said he had to go rescue him (what else is new) because his truck that he spent thousands of dollars rebuilding broke down. Well, that same day his Dad said he got an interview for a job, had his license changed and was about to transfer his plasters' license there too. Wow! I was so impressed I got on my knees and thanked God! I talked to my son and he was crying but said he was going to make it if it took him a year or 5 years.
My husband was furious because he said I was doing the "Mother" thing again and crying and telling him everything was going to be ok, etc. you know, like Mother's do!
We got into a huge donnybrook over the son again! He said, I should have said great sounds like all is ok and then said I've got to go.
Sounded unreasonable to me because I instead gave him the pep talk and the "you can do it" spirit, and said I'm proud of you (here's the guy who just thrashed his girlfriends house three days before. Of course, is very remorseful). My husband reminded me of this and I was so angry with him. We went to bed angry at each other...with him saying, "where's my passport" as he's from Italy (and I told him where it was).
Guess I got mad at the wrong person because the son called first thing this morning telling me how cold it is and how he didn't even have a hanger to hang his clothes on (Dad is building a log cabin and is living out of a trailer with wife, step-daughter, two small children and four dogs). My son is used to clean, tidy, organized! He said he bought a towel and they used it to clean the floor with! He said his clothes are wrinkled and they don't own an iron.
I said, I thought you were starting a job today (imagine he got a job as a hod-carrier, which is what you do before you become a plasterer). He said, he did and was waiting for them to call and tell him when to start. Last night he had the job and was starting today. He said $12.00 an hour...pretty lousy, when he can make 500.00 a day at his own job. I said it's a start, soon you may be running the job. I said the cost of living is less, there's no state tax, and everything else I could think of to keep his spirit up! You know how it ended up?? My telling him not to call until he had something positive to talk about!
Now what? My husband is right! I keep on baby-ing him and he can't let go of me, even though as the others said they don't want your advice. Guess, I better hide the passport because I have some major "kissing up" to do. I'm going to tie my hands and tape my mouth so I don't answer the phone the next time he calls! My husband said, if I keep it up the son will earn a couple of hundred dollars and then be back here terrorizing everyone again! Yipes! Why is he always right?
I'm praying that if I do my part right, he'll get his life together! I know I ramble and hope ya'll won't get bored with my problems, but I need to ask one question.
He's about to be sued by the homeowner he left in the lurch. I could probably help her out by sending the law suit to his bond company. Also could possibly save his license by sending his medical information to the contractor's board since he was just diagnosed at being bipolar on 10/14/02. Should I? Vote Yes or No!
I feel horrible that he has this disease but I also think drugs are involved. I sent the pills to him yesterday as he didn't take them with him. He says he doesn't need them. What the heck should I do?
Thanks for listening....Devastated
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