I knew that it was going to be hard having my son where he is and I have been trying to stay positive however this is frustrating. I usually vent on my blog but this outlet is not really open to me right now as my daughter, my son’s grandmother and even my kid’s step-mom read my blog
I was talking to my daughter yesterday. Even after all my warnings about not furthering my son’s addiction and allowing him to smoke marijuana, it turns out the grandmother actually asked my daughter to take my son out and get him high. That it would do him good. She saw the damage that it did, thank god, and when she tried to talk to the grandmother about it that it was a bad idea, the grandmother’s only concern was if he had fun… I’m… I don’t even know… Appalled. Apparently he got so messed up that he was jerking around, banging his head… I can’t believe I let him get on that plane!
He was due for his monthly blood work last week for his white blood cell count. I have texted his dad about it, no response. Which is pretty much the norm for most of my communications with his dad.
I asked my daughter about what meds he is taking, when he does take them and what she described doesn’t make sense at all.
It seems most of the arrangements and even what meds he is taking is being overseen by the grandmother. So as much as I want to know what is going on, I don’t think I can talk to her without losing it. Apparently her attitude about him not taking his meds is to take him to the hospital. If it was that simple I would have had him admitted a month ago!
I think the grandmother and my son are supposed to be moving out on their own by the end of the month. The grandmother is already broke…
I think I’m more pissed at myself for letting it get to this. Pissed at his dad for buying that plane ticket and leaving things in the hands of someone who in my opinion doesn’t have a clue.