Dear Friends,
I’m writing to ask for prayer. In asking, I can honestly say I am a bit fearful. I’m fearful that once I tell you, you may turn away and think it is unimaginable that I don’t know what to do, that the answer is simple and I am heartless. If you don’t turn and run, I’m willing and open to anything I cannot see that you might have to offer.
A little bit of back-story…On February 2, 2008, Roy (my husband) kicked Nick out of our home. Earlier that year Nick had been defiant and told us as soon as he turned 18 he was moving out with his friend, Taylor. In the end, Taylor backed out, but Roy insisted he move—so he did, and eventually Nick, Taylor, and another friend all shared an apartment. There were living in Fresno, but they lost the apartment due to noise and everyone moved back to their parents—including Nick. Which was fine with me, obviously, for so many reasons, especially since I was afraid of Nick being on his own so young.
Roy’s stipulation was that since he didn’t want Nick back home to begin with that he had to meet his expectations. For the most part (though not all) Nick did try to meet his expectations, but Roy rode him hard. I hated being around Roy when Nick was home. As you can probably imagine, we’ve fought over Nick more than any other thing in our marriage. After only a few weeks, an argument occurred that I didn’t hear since I was outside. Nick came outside crying (which he NEVER does) and told me Roy told him he needed to leave. Roy and I fought like you cannot imagine. Nick, however, found a place close by and I thought (and still do) that it was for his best.
What is happening now is that the people Nick is living with are moving and Nick will be homeless. He’s asked to come here and Roy said no. The bottom line for me is that I feel like if I don’t leave Roy in order to protect Nick, then I’m abandoning him. Though I don’t have anywhere to go either, it doesn’t seem right to tell Nick to make it on his own.
If I leave, then what about my other two children who think their dad is awesome—and to them, he is. I don’t see any other options except to leave and provide for Nick or to stay and pretend everything is fine.
I had a conversation today with one of the probation officer’s I work with who is a Christian. (He asked about Nick and though I normally don’t open up about that kind of stuff, he caught me off guard and out it came.) He said that, though it may be tough, he thinks Nick needs to figure this out on his own and as a mom I don’t want to create a revolving door. (Our conversation was almost 20 minutes long, so I’m condensing.) It is also frustrating because there are things Nick could have done that he didn’t, like looking for another or better job. As with a lot of things, until his back is against the wall, he doesn’t move. So, am I contributing to that?
On the other hand, I’m doing Lesson 8 and I cannot possibly have a clear conscious before God or Nick by abandoning him. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’ll do! But, something seems better than nothing.
To make this even harder, my husband is the main carrier of health insurance for our family. Last week I went to the doctor and was told to have a cyst inside my cheek removed and biopsied. For no good reason other than curiosity, I looked up primary dermal melanoma on the Internet—something I haven’t done since finding out I had cancer. (Even though most of it is good, it is still a downer and I can live without the reality, kwim?) Only two people have died of this “new” form of cancer from our little group; however, of the two that have (one being only 21—at least I’m old), the other died after it reoccurred in his cheek (and obviously spread). I’m being a drama queen I guess, but what then? What if it’s bad news? What if it’s nothing? I have a consultation tomorrow and will probably have it removed by next week, but by then Nick will be out of a home. He does have a place to go to but it isn’t permanent, or maybe it is—he’s not sure. It makes me sick to think he’s alone. I’m so torn. On one hand, Roy and I have been getting along great, and on the other, I hate him for what he’s doing. He came home tonight with a gift card to Starbuck’s for me and I’m just feeling so “whatever” towards him. Blah.
Well, I hope I still can call you guys friends.