10/01/2022
Wow, it has been over a year since I posted.
2022
We went from parole to halfway house sentence of 3 month. I was so hopeful. but then a month into it, he runs. I was unaware at the time where he ran to, although after an amount of time he did contact me with some story of verbal abuse which meant he had to leave. I didn't believe him although I wanted to but still told him that it was a foolish choice since he only had to stay there 3 months then he would be FREE! END OF SENTENCE!
I had no idea where he was, of course I worried even when I wasn't aware I was worrying, it was still a huge burden on me. My heart broken again. I knew that God knew where he was and that my God never lets go of us no matter what we choose to do. If I didn't have faith in God I think I would have lost it and crawled into a hole.
I kept in touch with his girlfriend who moved to TN to "get her life together" always asking if she had heard from him. To my knowledge she was working and getting her life on track, not doing drugs and renting a nice house with a huge yard. She asked me for money for her and my grand daughter were out of food until her next paycheck. In my spirit I knew sending money was a bad idea, and ordered food at Walmart for her to pick up. I'm learning I thought, yay me. I then found out that he had been living with her the whole time and that he was there when I ordered the food at walmart! She had been lying to me the whole time, pretending to be worried about him , asking if I heard from him. Wow
After maybe 6-8 months, my son was found and returned to jail. He was sentenced now to 18 months- from 3 months left at the halfway house now increased back to jail for 18 months. I just could not understand why he chose to do this, but this time I didn't send any help to him at all. Letters and eventually email was as far as I would go. When he could make a free call once in awhile I would accept but hearing his voice would kill me and I would cry for hours. No one in my family wanted to acknowledge him so I cried alone. I understood their anger, but I still could use a hug- but none came.
Towards the end of his sentence this time, he really did seem to have changed from his "poor me" attitude to a more mature way of thinking. I began to gain hope that God was really getting through to him and he was going to build a stable life for him and his daughter.
I didn't realize at the time that he had been corresponding with a friend from my church who was now his enabler. His sweet talk and the hope of a relationship with him got her to trust him, help him and I'm sure put money on his books.
Fast forward, he is now again released on parole to a halfway house. If he stays there and finishes his time there, he is a free man.
Amazing enough, he stayed. When he got out this friend who was taking care of his "wants" let him stay with her and found him a job. A REAL JOB_ON THE BOOKS! I was so proud of him! People said they saw a light in my eyes as the burden I had carried for so long was removed. I did feel the weight of it all fall off. I didn't realize it was such a heavy burden until it was gone. He stuck with it about 3 months. Now he is in the wind again.
I look back and see the manipulation he did to my mind leading up to his leaving the free roof over his head and the income. He started lying and building up drama at the work, then with the friend, then it came to he was going camping and fishing for a weekend with a friend. Of course, he wasn't doing that, he was leaving what he had been blessed to have been given through no effort of his own to help him get stable. I believe he is now homeless and on drugs again.
I have asked him to lose my number. Should such a thing be done by any mother? I know my mom would never do such a thing to me. I now not only carry guilt for my decision to cut off contact but now the worry of where he is, how is he surviving, will he ever make the good choices for his life.
I wonder how I will ever let this go and be free. I bring it to Jesus, then pick it up again. I am praying that God will pry this out of my hands in any way He sees fit. Not a day goes by that I don't remember I have lost him again.
But God............always has the last say and He always wins.