June 3, 2017 at 4:45 p.m.
Updated June 3, 2017 at 4:45 p.m.
It's been a while since I posted on this blog, and much has happened since then. I pondered the issue of telling about it and causing discouragement vs being real and laying the truth out there. Because my primary goal is to share what it's like to be the parent of a meth addict, hence letting others know they're not alone, I decided to continue. So here goes. . .
Life became very turbulent about 6 weeks ago. I want to stress that the following behaviors had never happened before. My son and his child's mom began to argue. It would go on for what seemed like hours, until I would intervene and stop it. Which of course gave him reason to leave, usually for the night. Which led to very emotional meltdowns. I ended up making her leave, and she took the children. Then my son went with her and I actually had my house to myself. Blissful peace for about 10 days. Then their money ran out, and they were sleeping in the car. She was sorry. Please, could they come back? He assured me there would be no more trouble. I let them return. And the fighting just got worse.
I should have called the police, but I really love my grandchild's mom and didn't want her to get into trouble. And quite frankly, I realize now that I should have. I never saw my son touch her, but I saw her back him into a wall where she let him have it. He didn't fight back physically, but the verbal battle was fierce. At one point she threatened me with a metal pipe! And she bit my son's arm, breaking the skin. It was the most bizarre experience I've ever witnessed from someone totally out of control. Up to this, I'd seldom heard her raise her voice. Now she was crying, screaming profanities and doing her best to get to my son.
Did he do something to provoke her? Probably. Did she have some sort of mental or emotional breakdown? Or is she also using? But once again she had to go, and once again, she took the kids. And this time my son stayed with me.
We were both worried sick about the little ones. No idea where they were or how they were fairing. Word came that they were staying with a known drug user, and things were not going well. The other Grandma took the older child (Thank you, Jesus!!) and my grandson started being dropped off at my house during the day. I insisted she was not to return here.
I'll leave you here to wonder who ended up being the bad guy in this story. Until next time, let's talk about the meth epidemic and the effect it has on families. Does anyone else have issues like this? And if so, how did you handle it?
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