My husband just left. He’s on his way to New York, to pick up his other son.
The boy is coming to stay with us for a while.
Apparently his mother got herself involved with a bad guy, who stole from her. She’s staying in a motel right now, hiding from this guy. She’s got no place to live, no job, no money, and no functioning vehicle. She moved from Angola to Niagara Falls over the summer, but the kids never started school after they moved. Nope. Haven’t been in school since it let out in June.
We hadn’t heard from her for a few weeks, and last week Monday, my husband tried to call her (because last Monday was the boy’s birthday). The number we had was not in service anymore. He got hold of her through her sister, and that’s when we heard the whole, sordid story.
She said she was going to be moving to South Carolina. She’s got an aunt there or something. Then last night, she calls up sobbing, asking if we can come get the boy. Today.
She asked the girls’ father to do the same (he lives in Indiana).
I’ll give her points for finally figuring out that the kids need to be gotten out of there. She’s acting in their best interests now (when one of her sisters told her to get herself in to a women’s shelter, she didn’t want to do it because she “didn’t want the kids to go through that”).
As much as I dislike this woman, I feel some sympathy for her right now. Because I’ve been where she’s at, except I didn’t have kids at the time. I’ve literally run from an abusive man. I’ve lost everything, including my pride and self-esteem.
So, the kids will be staying with their fathers until she gets herself together. She can do it, I’m sure. She’s not a drug abuser, or a child abuser. She’s not neglectful. She’s employable.
She’s got some serious issues. I hope she can find it within herself to get some psychiatric help, too. I think I know what her problem is, but since IANAD, I don’t want to sit here and make a diagnosis.
I’m not going to OhDope because I’m going to stay home with my stepson. I had arranged for my mom to take my kids that weekend, but I don’t want the boy to just get here, then be dropped off somewhere else so soon. I know it’s just for a couple of nights, but still, he needs to know for certain that we’re not abandoning him. He knows my family, and loves them very much, just as they love him. But right now, he needs to just be able to put his bags down, and not have to pick them up again right away.
To make a long post even longer: Since he hasn’t been in school yet this fall, I’m guessing he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to talk to anyone regarding 9-11-01 along with all of the other issues in his life. I’m thinking some sort of professional counseling, some time in the not-too-distant future, might not hurt (he’s on my health insurance, thank Goddess, so it’ll be covered). What thinketh you?
Thanks for listening.