I do not talk about him much because I am a mother. I am grieving. He is bipolar, was abused at age 6 and now doesn't manage himself or reality very well. He get's angry and violent.
When Don found me in Jax, I gave him to his dad to raise. Not knowing what Don would do if he found out I had a child, I wasn't willing to risk his life. The after stance that the law has was not worth my son's life.
I kept contact but only when things were safe, safe location etc. Sadly his father did not agree I was in such danger until later. My son grew up hearing alot of negative stuff about me.
When we did get together finally, he accused me falsely of abuse. My worse nightmare came true. It was proven in documentation but we went through hell to prove we were innocent. We eventually were proven as not abusive but it took a huge toll on me. It also allowed my son to escape consequences of hitting me and kicking me when I was pregnant at the time.
I know why he was angry. I know why he did it. To get even for what he saw was abandoning him.
No matter what has been told to him supported by facts, no matter what I tried to show him, say to him. It doesn't matter. He wants to try to feed into the guilt I have by manipulation then a tirade of curse words towards me. I do not have contact with him anymore.
We worked on this in therapy. There is nothing I can say or do that will change him. No magical wand. No what if's. Nothing. It has to be on him. It is his life. His choices to be what he is today. He knows what he has to do to maintain his bipolar, stay out of jail, and not hurt others. It's a simple refusal to do so. And nothing I can do will change that.
I have to let go now. And grieve. And let go of the hope, well intentions gone wrong, the everything. It is. I have to sit with the pain now. No right answer. No wrong answer. And sometimes both. And sometimes either. This is the time life can really suck. Please I ask you to be kind with comments or judgements. Keeping my son safe was the first and fore most in my decision. Even though that decision obviously didn't work for him.
When Don found me in Jax, I gave him to his dad to raise. Not knowing what Don would do if he found out I had a child, I wasn't willing to risk his life. The after stance that the law has was not worth my son's life.
I kept contact but only when things were safe, safe location etc. Sadly his father did not agree I was in such danger until later. My son grew up hearing alot of negative stuff about me.
When we did get together finally, he accused me falsely of abuse. My worse nightmare came true. It was proven in documentation but we went through hell to prove we were innocent. We eventually were proven as not abusive but it took a huge toll on me. It also allowed my son to escape consequences of hitting me and kicking me when I was pregnant at the time.
I know why he was angry. I know why he did it. To get even for what he saw was abandoning him.
No matter what has been told to him supported by facts, no matter what I tried to show him, say to him. It doesn't matter. He wants to try to feed into the guilt I have by manipulation then a tirade of curse words towards me. I do not have contact with him anymore.
We worked on this in therapy. There is nothing I can say or do that will change him. No magical wand. No what if's. Nothing. It has to be on him. It is his life. His choices to be what he is today. He knows what he has to do to maintain his bipolar, stay out of jail, and not hurt others. It's a simple refusal to do so. And nothing I can do will change that.
I have to let go now. And grieve. And let go of the hope, well intentions gone wrong, the everything. It is. I have to sit with the pain now. No right answer. No wrong answer. And sometimes both. And sometimes either. This is the time life can really suck. Please I ask you to be kind with comments or judgements. Keeping my son safe was the first and fore most in my decision. Even though that decision obviously didn't work for him.