I struggled with posting this. But sobbing and sobbing isn’t helpful. I was robbed. Again. Last time it was an unknown “friend” of my son, who has been on drugs for the last 2 years. I think Garin knows who. I estimated that I lost 7000 in jewelry the first time. So we got a safe, but with all our stuff, we outgrew it and got a larger safe that we installed in our tornado room, which is a double locked steel door.
My son knows how to pick locks. He recently stole medications that were very dangerous in the wrong hands. He wanted to dull the pain of losing his best friend and girlfriend in the same week. Understandable, but using drugs to cope is a set up for a miserable life. He has multiple times robbed us. And the police couldn’t care less. The first time he stole my pain medications following my reconstruction surgery. Who would do that to someone? I still can’t believe the cold cruelty.
My husband had to go into the tornado room to drop off some items and found the safe open. Some time before the back door, a double locked steel door, was found open. We got a state of the art monitoring system after that with a video camera that Brent can monitor remotely.
We inventoried the safe and discovered that all my proof coins were gone, something my parents had given me every year since the early 70’s, plus some silver coins. We didn’t have an inventory list of what was in there, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I was furious with Brent because he left the combination on the safe, thinking no one could get in the door and it was a difficult combination. Idiot.
A few days ago I woke up in a panic. I realized that the bins where I kept my sensitive documentation was gone. And, worse of all, an item that my dad entrusted to me that had been in the family for 300 years was gone.
I went berserk
I ran up to the bedroom and began screaming and sobbing. I forced Brent to get up and we went to Garin’s room. Somehow he was involved, either he did it or knew who did. How else would they have known about the safe?
I went postal on him. We had a physical altercation that left lamps, dishes, you name it broken. I was completely out of control. But he hit my threshold. After 2 years of hell I couldn’t take it anymore. How can someone do this to their mom who has been through the hell of cancer? I am heartbroken. I can’t talk or even look at him. I just wish he was gone and out of my life.
Terrible words for a parent to say.
I spent all day trying to retrieve and protect my information, locking my credit reports down. I made at least 20 calls all over trying to get my son into a program. The one I wanted was 35000, which I can not afford. My parents are wealthy but can’t, or wont, loan me the money. And I can’t get a loan because I can’t afford the payments. Wow, a load of can’t in this paragraph…..
I am screwed.
I will keep searching. He needs help and the only answer is treatment. But we did treatment before and it introduced him to the joy of pills. I am bitter over that!
I feel like my life is in shambles. I just lost my partner at work and most of her projects were dumped on me. We worked perfectly together. I was given a partner due to the volume of my job. Now I am alone. And the hospital is unhappy about my “memory patch”, now requiring a letter that I am competent. What a crock. My projects are extremely detailed and involved. I have made all the arrangements for camp, a very time-consuming and organization heavy effort.
When it rains, it pours.
To those who read this, thanks for listening. Every time I think of it I just sob. My other blog is now chock full of dark poetry. I wrote a very dark poem on rage…too dark for this blog, but if you like powerful poems that rattle your bones go check it out. A little therapy.