Sunday, my STBX-H insisted on taking S16 to a SuperBowl Party, and legally, there was nothing I could do to stop him. S16 had a day pass, and although he knew his Aunt and Mom were coming to take him to lunch, he picked Roast Beast instead. Shortly after the game ended, the Beast returned with S16, who was required to UA and see therapist. Exposing him to the abuser was not a great idea, unless you want a kid to bottom out. And he did, last night around 10pm. I trusted my mother's intuition. I called the hospital, and shared the details of the 10pm phone call. He was sobbing, my little boy-man, this child I carried inside me, and have loved with a fierceness for almost 17 years. I won't share any more than that. We've had trouble connecting all day, but I did get a message that he said, "I Love You, Mom". Cr@p. Purple Puddles again. I need a break. And a nap.
