It’s been a few months now, and it’s been a roller coaster ride from hell.
Long story short, he got a place in a room with a charity and for 2 months the old son emerged – happy, motivated in life, volunteering – everyone loves him u see…..and then…..his old ways came back – just like that …..our network knew the signs and within a day, we found out he has relapsed, gone stealing round shops with a fellow addict and taking drugs….life’s rich tapestry.
The truth? I feel like I’m going through a bereavement, really heavy sobbing and terrible heart reaching sadness. I’ve lost him, u know this.
I’m going to have to face up to the fact he will end up dead or in prison. I’m not going to stop him this time. I’m going to stop being his mum from this day on and never want to see him again. He’s going to end up in a coffin anyway.
Good luck to all addicts, I hope you’ve chosen well with your life, because I’m washing my hands of my son. I’m not want having this horror film anymore.
I’m out and done
He’s done this, not me
I don’t have a son anymore and I wish him dead, it’s better than going through with life how it is.
Done