Well, since last Thursday's dilemma,
I've really not had many reasons to
PLSOMF.
I've had a few but they all involve Dylly
and I've tortured you with him enough
already so I am holding back on him
for a bit to give y'all a break. (Applause)
The thing about my dilemma is that I
must enact Tough Love and honestly,
I think this Tough Love is tougher on me
than on my son.
I've had to pull the strength together when
he called Saturday night asking for a ride
to work. Told him this ONE TIME only and it
will be the LAST TIME he asks. Other arrangements
need to be done moving forward.
Then he shows up yesterday afternoon and
is telling us how he's on the streets, has no where
to go. Again, I have to suck up and pull up the
strength to use Tough Love and tell him he can't
live with us. Should've thought about THAT before
he made the choices he did.
All the while I have a DH who's falling into pieces
saying he doesn't want to lose his son (oh like I do?)
and he wants to give him ANOTHER chance. DH is
already suffering with depression of his own... so
my dilemma is exponentially growing, UGH!
So you see I am fighting two battles; son and father.
Sad as it sounds, the ONLY way to make the father
see it as I do is to put the decisions into threats.
i.e. There are three of us living here and one of us
HAS TO GO. I will let him make the choice, since
he doesn't like my choice, and live with whatever decision
he comes to.
1. Dad & meds, 2. son. 3. me
I let him decide and of course he makes me out to be the
bad one. DH just doesn't get it, he just doesn't see the forest
through the trees.
Oh, how I hate, hate, hate being in this predicament and I
hate, hate, hate having to continue to make these decisions
with each contact since Thursday.
Woke up to rain today and you know what they say about
rainy days and Mondays.... so I really do want to find
something to PLSOMF.
I keep up the search if you keep
up the prayers.