I have 3 kids of my own and one step-daughter. I remarried in 2005, after being divorced for 7 years. I love my husband very much and we haven't had a break with the kids since we married. The kids had blending problems in the begining so we all went into therapy. That was extremely helpful. After that my step-daughter was baby-sitting for a family and began having an unhealthy relationship with the father of the kids she baby sat for. When we ended that connection, she went crazy and for about a year was a nightmare. Now we have my 16 yr old son who in August started abusing POT. His 16th birthday had just past so he had too much money on his hands and blew it all on pot. Of course we both were not aware of this until my son started stealing money from me and his siblings to buy pot. I punished him and still he was disobeying me, so I went to family court and filed a PINS petition against him. I ended up enrolling him in a drug rehab program. The road has been rocky for him good weeks and bad. Right now it's only been a week but he's been good. No drugs and he tells me it's very hard but he's trying. He's in an excellent train school now and I really don't want him to blow it. Basically if he does pot or steals again I'm enrolling him in the rehab full time day school program. My son is 6'5 at age 16 because he has an extra male chromosone. The extra chromosone causes people with it to be mentally challenaged. So my Nick is alittle slow and has been in special ed his whole life. He does know right from wrong but certain things I just have to constantly repeat myself and explain in detail for him to understand. So with all of this my husband has had several melt downs and yes he has every right to have them. The problem that I have now is I believe my husband hates my son. My husband has had melt downs from this and yes he has every right to them. He has however threaten that if my son steals again he's not living in this house. My husband makes comments to me on a daily bases as to when Nick is going to repay us for the money stolen. He has been trying to find a job but it's been difficult for him. Partly because he has this learning disability and it is noticable when he speaks. My husband removed our Xbox, cable card and is on top of my son constantly. We have digital locks on all the bedroom doors so there is no way he can steal anything. My husband seems to become in a bad mood just from seeing my son. If he should leave a dish out it's a major ordeal. Nick was sick with a stomach virus Thursday and my husband shut off his internet so he couldn't go on the computer. This upset me because he really was sick, I had to clean up the vomitt. Yes my son has gone down a bad road but he's trying to turn around. I have punished him, he's not allow to go out and I told him we would discuss it once he has a clean urine test. So I'm trying to be understanding and discipline at the same time. My husband thinks therapy is a waste of time and $$. He used to go to the sessions with me but I asked him not to come because he's too angry. I believe parents need to be there for their kids during good times and bad. His daughter was driving us crazy for one year and I supported him and listened to him. Now that it's my children I can't even talk to him about Nick or what's going on in therapy. He just constantly has negative comments. I've spoken to him about my feelings and I constantly remind him of my feelings daily. Each time he has a negative comment. I just don't know what to do to make my husband understand that I'm trying to help my son. Sending him to live with my parents is not the answer. He's mine through good times and bad.
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