It’s a long back story, but basically my son has been screwing up royally for a long time now. He got out of jail the end of June (they had revoked his probation) and finally got a job about 2 or 3 weeks ago. I kicked him out last October, and gave him a used truck to drive. I kept his truck for him while he was doing time, and gave it back to him when he got out. It doesn’t run anymore.
I have given him $5 or $10 here and there, and I have given him groceries, but that’s it.
So we’re in Houston. As you know, we had a hurricane scare last week. My husband and I already had plans to go to Denver. My dad decided he was staying. My son and his roommates decided they were evacuating. To Laredo! 340 miles away. I told Pete he should stay put, it wasn’t going to be that bad. Did I mention that they are all broke, dope-smoking idiots? You don’t take off that far without a plan, and some money. Plus, they left when the TV was saying it was veering off. Plus, they live on the west side of Houston, in Katy. Plus, it was a 3rd floor apartment and likely wouldn’t flood.
Apparently my son is brain damaged.
He called me Friday night, and asked if I would wire him some money so he “wouldn’t have to bum off David for food.” He didn’t say “so they could get home.” I, being a foolish mom, sent him $50 (which cost $15!)
I got a call today, and he sounded high or drunk, saying they were in Mexico and “they got robbed by the police.” Now they are stuck in Mexico, and expect me to send them money! They’ll pay me back, of course. Yeah right. I asked why didn’t they call somebody else’s mom, and Pete said that David’s mom told them to piss up a rope.
I did NOT send any money. And I won’t. I have bailed him out too many times as it is. He’s 21, for God’s sake. He needs to get his head out of his ass and grow up.
But I still feel guilty.