Two years ago in April, my daughter died. Since then, I have been frantically working to save my son from himself even though he does not want to be saved. It is the saddest and most ridiculous thing I have done, except I can't seem to stop.
He has been living off of me all of this time and I am going through every penny of my savings. He is not working and making precious little effort to find a job. There is always an excuse.
It is so frustrating and so sad, but I have no one to blame but myself. I thought I could help him get on his feet, but if he does not want to get on his feet, all the help in the world is a waste of money.
My choices seem so bleak - turn him out on the street - keep supporting him till I drop dead or am living on the street myself. It is a totally ridiculous situation. He is actually a very bright and able person, but he refuses to use his brains for anything but ways to fool me.
He could have been out on his own taking care of himself a long time ago, but he has chosen not to. He has chosen to live off me, even though he says he loves and respects me, he treats me in unloving ways and has no respect for my well being or my wishes.
I really thought he would start to mature and move on. Sarah Beths death was such a blow to me, and I think to him, as much as he could tell through his drunken state.
My life has been a living hell since then.
It has to stop.
I have no desire to support him any longer.
We have a trip planned, which we will do and then that is it. I can not take care of myself and him too. He sucks the life, energy and money out of me.
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