I have not blogged in a little while because Kimskakery is keeping me busy. I am so blessed and happy that the thing that I love that I am able to pass it along to someone else and they are able to enjoy my gift. I am baking up a storm and building up my business from the ground up. I have never worked so hard in my life but I have never been this happy either. So my last blog was about him coming home for Thanksgiving and how it made me feel.
So when he came home for Thanksgiving he was high and was still up to the same games . He was home to stay and that things were going to be better this time. So we put the Christmas decorations and tried to move on with holiday season. I am not a fan of Christmas since my father passed away on December 23 and that has always brought on so many emotions. He was going to school and cutting classed and we had pick him up from school be he was so high at school that he smelled of weed. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that my kid was turning into that "kid". I had decided not to buy him anything for Christmas one because it had gotten to the point that I never knew if he was coming home. Well right before school got out for the holidays he didn't come home from school again and I called the police made the report and we moved on with our lives.
It had become so common place that he was not home that we just moved on with life. I was so depressed and felt so lost that I knew my daughter was being effected because I was not being the mother that she deserved. When he came home in November we had found a program called Tarheel challenge and it was like a military school that he could go to and get his GED and it would get him out of Charlotte. I had made up in my mind that I didn't want him in my house anymore that I was tired of him coming and going as he pleased. And that is when I was told that I could be prosecuted for child abandonment. And I didn't care my Lupus was in full effect from the the stress and my blood pressure was at stroke level again. So in December he was gone for over a week and when the police brought him home this time she told the person that he was runaway and she gave me the address to where he was but made me promise not to go there alone. I wanted to meet the person who was giving my child somewhere to leave and never reached out to his parent.
Christmas was extremely difficult for me my son was home but he had become someone that I didn't know anymore. He was very disrespectful not only to me but to my Mother and his Sister. I was just trying to hold on to the fact that he was going to Tarheel Challenge in January. I had done all the paperwork had gone through all the steps to get him ready and he was saying he was ready to go he was ready for a fresh start but in my mind I knew it was game. He was telling people what they wanted to here. He had become very good at that and people wanted to believe him and believe in him.
I still was feeling very depressed and stressed and just very unsettled in my spirit. I had stop talking to him because of all the lies and the stealing. He had stolen out of my wallet so much that we all had to hide our money. How did my son who was loved by so many and raised in church how did he became and some who would steal out of my wallet and look me in my face and promise that he didn't do. I know I am his Mother but damn I am a person who felt violated in my own home. When tears came all I could think was I can't not live another year like this 2016 had to be different.
So when he came home for Thanksgiving he was high and was still up to the same games . He was home to stay and that things were going to be better this time. So we put the Christmas decorations and tried to move on with holiday season. I am not a fan of Christmas since my father passed away on December 23 and that has always brought on so many emotions. He was going to school and cutting classed and we had pick him up from school be he was so high at school that he smelled of weed. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that my kid was turning into that "kid". I had decided not to buy him anything for Christmas one because it had gotten to the point that I never knew if he was coming home. Well right before school got out for the holidays he didn't come home from school again and I called the police made the report and we moved on with our lives.
It had become so common place that he was not home that we just moved on with life. I was so depressed and felt so lost that I knew my daughter was being effected because I was not being the mother that she deserved. When he came home in November we had found a program called Tarheel challenge and it was like a military school that he could go to and get his GED and it would get him out of Charlotte. I had made up in my mind that I didn't want him in my house anymore that I was tired of him coming and going as he pleased. And that is when I was told that I could be prosecuted for child abandonment. And I didn't care my Lupus was in full effect from the the stress and my blood pressure was at stroke level again. So in December he was gone for over a week and when the police brought him home this time she told the person that he was runaway and she gave me the address to where he was but made me promise not to go there alone. I wanted to meet the person who was giving my child somewhere to leave and never reached out to his parent.
Christmas was extremely difficult for me my son was home but he had become someone that I didn't know anymore. He was very disrespectful not only to me but to my Mother and his Sister. I was just trying to hold on to the fact that he was going to Tarheel Challenge in January. I had done all the paperwork had gone through all the steps to get him ready and he was saying he was ready to go he was ready for a fresh start but in my mind I knew it was game. He was telling people what they wanted to here. He had become very good at that and people wanted to believe him and believe in him.
I still was feeling very depressed and stressed and just very unsettled in my spirit. I had stop talking to him because of all the lies and the stealing. He had stolen out of my wallet so much that we all had to hide our money. How did my son who was loved by so many and raised in church how did he became and some who would steal out of my wallet and look me in my face and promise that he didn't do. I know I am his Mother but damn I am a person who felt violated in my own home. When tears came all I could think was I can't not live another year like this 2016 had to be different.
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