The Woes of Fake Reconciliation

I almost titled this, “Sometimes I Think My Son Is Just A Dick” but then I thought better of it. That’s just emotion and frustration speaking. I don’t know why my son even bothered to “reconcile” with me since, as it turns out, he has hardly reconciled. He is all words (lies), no action – the story of my life.

I spoke with my mother last week, to tell her about our ailing doggie, and she told me that my son and his new wife found a house but it won’t be ready for three months. So, in the mean time – ready for this? – they are living with my sister Sandy! Apparently my son called his grandmother on Thanksgiving but not his own mother. He messaged “Happy Thanksgiving” via Facebook but only after I messaged him. And he is living with my sister? The one, in fact, who helped turn him away from me.

I tried to be the better person. Since I don’t have contact info for him other than Facebook, I messaged him that I heard he was staying with Sandy and that I was glad he was at least with family (bleck, gag – trying not to vomit) and could he please send me his phone number so we can chat. No response – but I could tell he read it. Nice, huh?  And then, I messaged him letting him know we were probably going to have to put our family dog down soon.  Again, he read it but did not respond.

What kind of person does that?  No “sorry mom”, no nothing. My son is a dick!  Please don’t get mad at me for saying that – unless you have dealt with estrangement, you have know idea what parents who didn’t deserve it go through. He clearly does not want reconciliation. I don’t know why he wanted me at his wedding.  Was it so he didn’t have to answer questions about his missing mother?  I mean, what was the point? Either tell the truth or leave me alone! I am so done with liars and game-players. Life is so much more than that.

I wasn’t really phased at his living with my sister – didn’t surprise me at all. Just one more move in my sisters’ game that I can’t even believe they are still playing – grow up already. It did get to me that he didn’t even respond to the message about our poor little doggie – that’s pretty damn heartless if you ask me. I am wondering how much longer I will even try with him…