He's Back! Talking with His Mom

He was going stay the weekend at his mom's house. That buys me a little more time as well as gives me the opportunity to talk to her about what went on with him.

I get there to drop him off, say a quick hello & introduce her to her granddaughter who's now 11. We go inside so my daughter can meet her half sister and half brother who live w/his mom. The kids got involved in fishing in the pond behind the house w/their dad - GREAT! I have some alone time w/mom. Now, I don't know this woman from Adam but I figure the best way to be is straight up. Mrs. X, I just need to tell you that I won't be picking him up. I can't have him at my house. He was never actually "invited" to stay and it's just not healthy for me or the kids. She tells me, well he can't stay here, I don't have the room so ya'll will have to work something out.

Okay, I see I have to go a little deeper here. Mrs. X, I was raised Catholic, & I'm raising my kids in the Church - I've never lived with a man I wasn't married to. I don't believe in it and it sets a poor example for my kids as well so he can't stay with me.

Again she says we'll have to work something out because she has "no room"...did I mention that my apt would soooo fit inside her livingroom??

Time to take the plunge. Mrs. X, I say while pulling up my shirt revealing several bruises that are still pretty black though they're 2 weeks old because apparently the black eye didn't raise an eyebrow from her, your son did this to me and he is not welcome in my home or in my life. He's already back drinking and I don't want to chance him hurting the kids. I called his parole officer and he won't talk to me because I'm not "family" and I need to make sure he never does this again!! ... there, I said it!

She then begins to scream at me some very degrading things along with "how dare I say that her son did something like this to me - he'd NEVER!".

Ya know, this just isn't quite how I imagined the conversation would go.Apparently she prefers a life of denial about her "little angelic son".

I walk out of the house, call to my kids to hurry because we have to get back home,put them in the car as quick as I can and I'm outta there! My only comforting thought was "at least he doesn't have a key to my apartment"!


The weekend was less than relaxing because I didn't know if he was going to show up or if she would tell him of our conversation, but it sure was better than spending another day w/him! Sunday comes and goes and he doesn't show up...whew! I go to work thinking problem solved :-)


If only things were that easy! He's a smart man, I'll give him that. He knew that I wouldn't open the door for him if he came back while I was home, he got back to my house while I was at work. He apparently mastered the art of picking a lock during his many years in prison. If that don't just make a Monday a Monday, I don't know what does!

His mom had given him some money before she dropped him off so he walked to the store by the house and had gotten some vodka. He was sloppy drunk when I came home & waiting in the living room for me. He was pissed! Apparently his mom HAD told him of our conversation and he wasn't pleased or impressed in the least by my honesty with her. It was on.

He started yelling before I was good and in the door. The kids were right behind me. I tried to reason with him reminding him that the kids are right here, we just got in and they're hungry. I needed to cook dinner and get them settled in before we talked. He was all "Fk the kids!"
I sent them upstairs, told them to put in a movie and turn it up loud, lock the door & don't answer it for anyone but me because this was about to get real ugly real quick.

I didn't yell at my kids & they weren't allowed to have screaming matches w/each other so this was all VERY new and scary to them. I can't imagine the fear they must have had.