It’s happened….one of my very worse fears. My son is homeless and I have said no to him staying with me. I am devastated and utterly heartbroken. My chest hurts, my head hurts and it feels like a bereavent. I have been crying non stop today, sobbing uncontrollably , alone. He said he was clean, and we believed him for ten days. Lots of plans for his life ect. Sunday he asked me,, his dad and grandparents for money. Because we all now communicate, he was found out and got his bag and left, smashed a phone on his way out and petrified his 80 year old grandmother. He cannot stay there anymore. He cannot stay at his dad’s as he has been violent and threatening with him (punched him and scratched his car). The only option was me……and I have turned him down so now he is homeless. The burden is mine, but I’m hoping this helps him in the long run. I cannot be his enabler. He’s met with a nice homeless woman who is going to help him with the council tomo, but he’s on cocaine now, he’s rambling. The decision is one of the most difficult I’ve ever made. I am so incredibly sad tonight and feel so utterly helpless. Sorry for rant, I am alone and cry alone. I wish it was me on the streets and him here in a nice warm home with food. He said he sang for some food yesterday and said people have been nice. Nicer than me no doubt. Thank you stranger on the street for looking after my son.
