WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Dear Friends,
What would you do?
This Thanksgiving we drove from NYC to Ohio to spend time with my grandson. He turned 9 years of age on Thanksgiving. His name is K.
His father is my son. His name is Andrew. He lives in Canada so he does not get to see his son often. As most of you know, Andrew stopped speaking to me six months ago. He also stopped speaking to his sister, as well. Sophie, his sister also lives in Canada. She asked him to leave her apartment as he stole money, jewelry etc. just like he has done to me when ever he visited me. Andrew has been a heroin addict for about 20 years.
Picture is we have not seen or spoken to Andrew in 6 months. He stopped speaking to me because I refused to give him another $250.00 [June 09] after I had just deposited $2000 in his account a month prior [May 09]. The money was to be used for a room and a phone as he is on probation. Andrew is homeless and he needed a phone where his probation officer could reach him at curfew time.
Andrew seemed to be on his way to recovery. He told me he wanted to study and get out of his rut. I wanted so badly to trust and help him get started. I became angry, frustrated and I refused in the heat of anger when I learned that the $2000 went for his drug use. Sophie opened his bank statement. Normally, she never does but something told her to see where the money went. She saw that he withdrew about $100 per day until the money was all gone. When I refused the $250, he stopped all communication with me/us.
As K's birthday was coming around Sophie reached out to Andrew and asked him if he wanted to get together to send K a birthday present. He told her that he absolutely did but that he could not see her then as he had swine flu and that his liver was acting up. Also, that he did not want to contaminate her.
Andrew contacted her a couple of days later and they met for Sunday dinner at her apartment with her new boyfriend. Andrew had just used. At the introduction phase with Sophie's new friend, Andrew was red eyed and slurring his words. The usual appearance. She was heavy hearted and greatly saddened. Embarrassed too.
At the same time in Ohio, we took my grandson for his birthday dinner in a nice Chinese restaurant. Sophie told me she would have Andrew call K. from her phone so that Andrew and the boy could speak. K's mother often does not answer the phone nor does she tell him that the father called the son. I had told K that if his dad called, we would step out into the lobby so they could speak away from the dinner table, away from the other guest. Andrew did not call. The dinner went fine and the minute we left the restaurant K said: "Grandma, he did not call". I realize now,it was a mistake to have even mentioned it to him. But so strong was the communication from Sophie that Andrew would call. I am sure she tried her best.
On the way to the car K pleaded with me to take him to Canada for Christmas. "Please Grandma, Please still rings in my ears. I have done this for the past 5 years. Andrew never sent money or houses K. Sophie gives up her bedroom for us and she tries to make everyone fit in as comfortably as possible for the 5 days we go there between Christmas and New Years.
I have to plan the logistics of the trip. I buy the plane tickets to NY from Ohio; drive K over to Canada and it goes like that. I buy all the food and cook for all of us as if we were one big happy family.
K sleeps on a well padded sleeping bag in the room where his father sleeps on the sofa. They play chess for many hours and they have long loving playful discussions. However; Last Christmas, I found several little bags of heroin on the night stand where Andrew was sleeping. I opened them up to see what it was. I even tasted it. It came over me that it was heroin. I dumped all the small packs into the toilet. And I confronted Andrew with it saying that the stuff is right next to where K, his young son sleeps, I became even more enraged and desperate. More anger and frustration for me and him.
K loves his Dad. He adores him. Hinges on his every word. Andrew is brilliant. Smarter than many people. Big reader even in his drugs stupors. K always sides with his Dad. He does not know about his dad's drug use. But now that he is 9, I am sure he is aware. Also his mother must have told him something.
QUESTION? Should I turn myself inside out again this year to take K to Canada, I am no spring chicken and my husband is 71 and we find ourselves driving to JFK airport, buying tickets, picking up luggage, driving to Canada and going through all the motions to make sure Andrew gets to see his son. Or, we drive to Ohio, pick up K and drive us back to NY then onto Canada. We exhaust ourselves and then we find heroin bags. Of course, Andrew wants this. Sophie said that he brightened up when she mentioned something about it.
But this man, my son, has not spoken to me in 6 months. We will oust Sophie from her bedroom and we turn ourselves inside out. This part makes me angry. Andrew does nothing but visit and play Daddy with none of the responsibilities. We do all the work and buy the gifts.
I hurt for K at this point. I can still hear his pleading in my head. "Please Grandma, please take me to Canada for Christmas to see Daddy." I asked K what does your Mom say? She said, "speak to your Dad and your grandmother". I hate to refuse the boy. I love him dearly. I don't want to disappoint him. K has had so many disappointments already in his young life. What do I do?
What would you do? What would you say to a 9 year old grandson that is counting on you to take him to see his dad. If any of you have any advice.......... please let me hear your point of view. My best to each and everyone. Hope
What would you do?
This Thanksgiving we drove from NYC to Ohio to spend time with my grandson. He turned 9 years of age on Thanksgiving. His name is K.
His father is my son. His name is Andrew. He lives in Canada so he does not get to see his son often. As most of you know, Andrew stopped speaking to me six months ago. He also stopped speaking to his sister, as well. Sophie, his sister also lives in Canada. She asked him to leave her apartment as he stole money, jewelry etc. just like he has done to me when ever he visited me. Andrew has been a heroin addict for about 20 years.
Picture is we have not seen or spoken to Andrew in 6 months. He stopped speaking to me because I refused to give him another $250.00 [June 09] after I had just deposited $2000 in his account a month prior [May 09]. The money was to be used for a room and a phone as he is on probation. Andrew is homeless and he needed a phone where his probation officer could reach him at curfew time.
Andrew seemed to be on his way to recovery. He told me he wanted to study and get out of his rut. I wanted so badly to trust and help him get started. I became angry, frustrated and I refused in the heat of anger when I learned that the $2000 went for his drug use. Sophie opened his bank statement. Normally, she never does but something told her to see where the money went. She saw that he withdrew about $100 per day until the money was all gone. When I refused the $250, he stopped all communication with me/us.
As K's birthday was coming around Sophie reached out to Andrew and asked him if he wanted to get together to send K a birthday present. He told her that he absolutely did but that he could not see her then as he had swine flu and that his liver was acting up. Also, that he did not want to contaminate her.
Andrew contacted her a couple of days later and they met for Sunday dinner at her apartment with her new boyfriend. Andrew had just used. At the introduction phase with Sophie's new friend, Andrew was red eyed and slurring his words. The usual appearance. She was heavy hearted and greatly saddened. Embarrassed too.
At the same time in Ohio, we took my grandson for his birthday dinner in a nice Chinese restaurant. Sophie told me she would have Andrew call K. from her phone so that Andrew and the boy could speak. K's mother often does not answer the phone nor does she tell him that the father called the son. I had told K that if his dad called, we would step out into the lobby so they could speak away from the dinner table, away from the other guest. Andrew did not call. The dinner went fine and the minute we left the restaurant K said: "Grandma, he did not call". I realize now,it was a mistake to have even mentioned it to him. But so strong was the communication from Sophie that Andrew would call. I am sure she tried her best.
On the way to the car K pleaded with me to take him to Canada for Christmas. "Please Grandma, Please still rings in my ears. I have done this for the past 5 years. Andrew never sent money or houses K. Sophie gives up her bedroom for us and she tries to make everyone fit in as comfortably as possible for the 5 days we go there between Christmas and New Years.
I have to plan the logistics of the trip. I buy the plane tickets to NY from Ohio; drive K over to Canada and it goes like that. I buy all the food and cook for all of us as if we were one big happy family.
K sleeps on a well padded sleeping bag in the room where his father sleeps on the sofa. They play chess for many hours and they have long loving playful discussions. However; Last Christmas, I found several little bags of heroin on the night stand where Andrew was sleeping. I opened them up to see what it was. I even tasted it. It came over me that it was heroin. I dumped all the small packs into the toilet. And I confronted Andrew with it saying that the stuff is right next to where K, his young son sleeps, I became even more enraged and desperate. More anger and frustration for me and him.
K loves his Dad. He adores him. Hinges on his every word. Andrew is brilliant. Smarter than many people. Big reader even in his drugs stupors. K always sides with his Dad. He does not know about his dad's drug use. But now that he is 9, I am sure he is aware. Also his mother must have told him something.
QUESTION? Should I turn myself inside out again this year to take K to Canada, I am no spring chicken and my husband is 71 and we find ourselves driving to JFK airport, buying tickets, picking up luggage, driving to Canada and going through all the motions to make sure Andrew gets to see his son. Or, we drive to Ohio, pick up K and drive us back to NY then onto Canada. We exhaust ourselves and then we find heroin bags. Of course, Andrew wants this. Sophie said that he brightened up when she mentioned something about it.
But this man, my son, has not spoken to me in 6 months. We will oust Sophie from her bedroom and we turn ourselves inside out. This part makes me angry. Andrew does nothing but visit and play Daddy with none of the responsibilities. We do all the work and buy the gifts.
I hurt for K at this point. I can still hear his pleading in my head. "Please Grandma, please take me to Canada for Christmas to see Daddy." I asked K what does your Mom say? She said, "speak to your Dad and your grandmother". I hate to refuse the boy. I love him dearly. I don't want to disappoint him. K has had so many disappointments already in his young life. What do I do?
What would you do? What would you say to a 9 year old grandson that is counting on you to take him to see his dad. If any of you have any advice.......... please let me hear your point of view. My best to each and everyone. Hope
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