I'd be lying if I said this wasn't breaking my heart.
Joel was supposed to buy a car from my dad. He failed to make the final payment, and my dad told him the deal was off, and he would be returning the money Joel had already paid him. Joel proceeded to ask my dad to "western union" the money to him at a Food Lion, so he could get it as soon as possible. My dad said he was not doing that, and asked Joel if he had an address that he could send the check to. Joel stated he had no address, and when my dad asked if he had a friend's address he could send it to, Joel said, "no one I can trust."
I am trying to get my head around this situation and the choices he is making. He had people he could trust. He lived with them. We provided him with everything he needed to be a successful person, and he threw it all away.
When I told Brandan I was having a hard time understanding Joel's choices, he responded with the following:
I think the only thing you need to understand is that Joel has actively done this to himself. At this point, the only thing we can do that actually helps him is to be the one entity in his life that he can depend on. By that, I mean he can depend on us to expect something from him, challenge him, hold him accountable, always tell the truth, and never take advantage of him. If we do anything else, we might ease his short term struggle, but we're not helping him. Instead we're helping ourselves to feel better. I think that's selfish. Joel will continue to make bad life choices, shirk responsibility, blame others and take advantage of people, including us, as long as he's allowed to. That is his perogative. It's painful to watch, but its how he wants to live. We can't compel him to do otherwise, no matter how hard we try, or how much we give or let him take. However, we can accept the truth, refuse to continue enabling him, and respect his person sovereignty.
Which is so very, very well said....but so hard to do.
Having a sad day today.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
trying to find the words
Everyone I've talked to since yesterday has been asking the same question..."how are you doing?" In hindsight, I realize I gave just the facts. Because that's what it came down to--the facts.
So, here's the other side of it, as best as I can. Putting the feelings into words is tough.
Joel broke my heart. But it's not the first time. Joel and I have been here before, and he resorts to avoidance and evasiveness rather than deal with his problems and have to deal with confrontation. I think that Joel has interpersonal issues and poorly developed social skills. I think that something is missing or wired wrong in Joel's brain when it comes to relationships and the ability to feel and care about people. His responses to things give a lot of insight to the lack of depth that is there, whether it is by choice or by nature. He chooses to push people away rather than deal with the problems. I think he is probably embarassed and ashamed at his current situation, and he is too proud to come and talk to us and admit his mistakes.
Unfortunately for him, that is costing him dearly. We would have been happy to work with him if he had just opened up. But he is either unwilling or unable, and we are unwilling and unable to allow him to use us any longer.
Yesterday, Brandan called him to inform him that we had changed the locks and he was no longer welcome, and we would leave a bag outside for him with his things in it. With no remorse, no regret, no worry, no distress, he asked that Brandan make sure it included boxers and his work clothes. We were kicking him out, and his biggest worry was what we were packing in his bag.
I'm hurt. I'm hurt that after all we've been through, that we're back here again. That he allowed it to get this far. I'm sad. I'm sad that after all that love, caring, and survival, that this is the end of our story. This is not the ending I had hoped for. Mostly, I'm just worried. I don't know where he is. I don't know who he's with. I don't know where he's eating, sleeping, showering, or if he even has a place to do any of that. And I'm worried that he's going to end up back in jail. As horrible of a thing it is to say, maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing. At least I know he would be safe and fed.
Part of me feels responsible. We brought him here. Maybe that was the wrong move. Maybe the structure and rigidity of his daily life in Raleigh was what he needed, and we brought him here and he has lost that. But then I remind myself that I have given him everything. I have provided him with all the tools he needed to be a successful person, and he chose to toss all of that away. Regardless of location, he made these choices, not me. This is not my fault.
It's hard, and it's sad. But it's about survival. If Joel turns to me, and I can help him without putting myself at risk, then I will. But I am slowly seeing that he is the kind of person who will take as much as you give him. He will take and take and take until you have nothing left to give, and then he will try and take some more. Until he can grow up and learn to give back a little, I can't put myself out there, again, the way I have.
Days ago, before all this came to a head, I wrote a former counselor at the group home where I volunteered and met Joel for the first time. This is her response to me:
I am so sorry to hear about Joel. I am not too surprised. He does have mental health issues. My first guess is that he is doing drugs. People usually withdraw because they are ashamed, embarassed, doing something illegal, are trying to hide something or sin. He has dumped his responsibilities which also seems like a drug issue. Please be careful...maybe search his room when he is not there. If he has a key, watch that he may steal from you. He may be buying drugs for others also. He could be manipulated by a woman, he is vulnerable that way. He may need to hit the streets and come face to face with the hard truth. He is still a child that has trouble making the right decisions. Joel is sweet and charismatic but he is also manipulative and calculating. Don't let Joel cause problems with your marriage. You and Brandan come first.
Pretty direct and right on point, if you ask me. She articulated all the things I was thinking, all the things Brandan and I had discussed, and all the things I was scared to admit as possibilities. It's terrible. And it's sad. But if that's the person he chooses to be, I can't be a part of his life.
If I've taken anything away from this situation, it's that my marriage rocks. Brandan and I have stuck together like glue through this whole thing, and been on the same page almost the whole time. He's been my rock. While it's been hard, I think it's brought us closer. And I think, someday, we might make decent parents.
So, here's the other side of it, as best as I can. Putting the feelings into words is tough.
Joel broke my heart. But it's not the first time. Joel and I have been here before, and he resorts to avoidance and evasiveness rather than deal with his problems and have to deal with confrontation. I think that Joel has interpersonal issues and poorly developed social skills. I think that something is missing or wired wrong in Joel's brain when it comes to relationships and the ability to feel and care about people. His responses to things give a lot of insight to the lack of depth that is there, whether it is by choice or by nature. He chooses to push people away rather than deal with the problems. I think he is probably embarassed and ashamed at his current situation, and he is too proud to come and talk to us and admit his mistakes.
Unfortunately for him, that is costing him dearly. We would have been happy to work with him if he had just opened up. But he is either unwilling or unable, and we are unwilling and unable to allow him to use us any longer.
Yesterday, Brandan called him to inform him that we had changed the locks and he was no longer welcome, and we would leave a bag outside for him with his things in it. With no remorse, no regret, no worry, no distress, he asked that Brandan make sure it included boxers and his work clothes. We were kicking him out, and his biggest worry was what we were packing in his bag.
I'm hurt. I'm hurt that after all we've been through, that we're back here again. That he allowed it to get this far. I'm sad. I'm sad that after all that love, caring, and survival, that this is the end of our story. This is not the ending I had hoped for. Mostly, I'm just worried. I don't know where he is. I don't know who he's with. I don't know where he's eating, sleeping, showering, or if he even has a place to do any of that. And I'm worried that he's going to end up back in jail. As horrible of a thing it is to say, maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing. At least I know he would be safe and fed.
Part of me feels responsible. We brought him here. Maybe that was the wrong move. Maybe the structure and rigidity of his daily life in Raleigh was what he needed, and we brought him here and he has lost that. But then I remind myself that I have given him everything. I have provided him with all the tools he needed to be a successful person, and he chose to toss all of that away. Regardless of location, he made these choices, not me. This is not my fault.
It's hard, and it's sad. But it's about survival. If Joel turns to me, and I can help him without putting myself at risk, then I will. But I am slowly seeing that he is the kind of person who will take as much as you give him. He will take and take and take until you have nothing left to give, and then he will try and take some more. Until he can grow up and learn to give back a little, I can't put myself out there, again, the way I have.
Days ago, before all this came to a head, I wrote a former counselor at the group home where I volunteered and met Joel for the first time. This is her response to me:
I am so sorry to hear about Joel. I am not too surprised. He does have mental health issues. My first guess is that he is doing drugs. People usually withdraw because they are ashamed, embarassed, doing something illegal, are trying to hide something or sin. He has dumped his responsibilities which also seems like a drug issue. Please be careful...maybe search his room when he is not there. If he has a key, watch that he may steal from you. He may be buying drugs for others also. He could be manipulated by a woman, he is vulnerable that way. He may need to hit the streets and come face to face with the hard truth. He is still a child that has trouble making the right decisions. Joel is sweet and charismatic but he is also manipulative and calculating. Don't let Joel cause problems with your marriage. You and Brandan come first.
Pretty direct and right on point, if you ask me. She articulated all the things I was thinking, all the things Brandan and I had discussed, and all the things I was scared to admit as possibilities. It's terrible. And it's sad. But if that's the person he chooses to be, I can't be a part of his life.
If I've taken anything away from this situation, it's that my marriage rocks. Brandan and I have stuck together like glue through this whole thing, and been on the same page almost the whole time. He's been my rock. While it's been hard, I think it's brought us closer. And I think, someday, we might make decent parents.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
the straw that broke the camel's back
I haven't posted anything in awhile, but it's not for lack of trying. I have started numerous posts, but left them all as unfinished drafts...
I haven't been able to find the right words. I've been ashamed, embarassed. I've felt like a failure. I've felt hopeful, that things would turn around. But I've finally reached the point where I just feel anger. So here is the truth, as harsh as it is:
Joel is no longer welcome in our home. He has taken advantage of Brandan and I to the fullest extent, and he is not willing to work with us to fix things at all. He has stopped staying at our apartment, and sleeps there approximately 2 nights a week, coming in only to shower and do laundry. He has spent everything he and I worked so hard to save; he is behind on child support, is unable to pay his rent, and unable to make the final payment on the vehicle he was purchasing. He is on his 7th job, through a course of various firings, quittings, etc--whatever the case, we've been here since 12/15, and he's worked at SEVEN different locations. He cannot provide any explanation as to where his money went, or what he spent it on. While we have numerous speculations, Joel refuses to speak with us, so we can't confirm anything.
He will only communicate with us by text message, and even then, communication is spotty at best. He will never answer the phone if we call. He knows our schedule, so he comes home when we are gone, and leaves before we return. He has stopped paying us for groceries, but continues to eat our food. He still hasn't paid rent, but still showers and does laundry. While I believe that Brandan reached the end of his rope earlier than I did, last night was the end for me.
On Sunday evening, Joel agreed with Brandan that we would sit down and talk Monday evening after he got back from class. Out of pure concern for Joel, and hoping to get some insight into what is going on with him, I asked the girl he has been seeing on and off to meet with me. She and I had a cocktail, and she informed me that she hasn't seen Joel since he "moved out." When I asked what she was talking about, she said, "you know, since he got kicked out." He apparently has been telling her that he is "sleeping outside" and "has nowhere to go." Which, since you know he's still coming back when he's hungry or dirty, you know is not true in the slightest.
After meeting with the girlfriend, if I can even call her that, Brandan and I went to his class location to give him a ride home, so that he couldn't wiggle away and refuse to come home. Jump to sitting outside of class for 30 minutes, and we discover that Joel never actually went to class. He's not there. So we head home, to see if he tries to show up at the house and act like he's been to class and is just getting back. No Joel. Brandan texts him to ask if he needs a ride home, and leaves a voicemail asking if he's coming home so we can talk. No response. I call work location #1, to find out if he possibly picked up a shift since he couldn't pay rent, but they tell me he's not working. I call work location #2, and they tell me that Joel no longer works there--he quit last Wednesday or Thursday. Perfect.
So, we head out of the house, seeking the possible residence of Joel's friend Tyler on Coming Street, which is unfortunately all we know about him, other than he drives a big truck. We successfully find Tyler's truck, but are uncertain of which house is his. I toy with the idea of getting the police department involved, but quickly realize this is a terrible idea.
So I send Joel a text. (Remember, Brandan has already called and texted, both of which Joel ignored.) I say, "where are you? are you coming home tonight?" and the response I get is, "idk but my phone might die." This is Joel speak for I'm about to start ignoring you, but I'm going to tell you my phone is dead so I have an excuse. I again ask where he is, at which point he responds that he is "hanging out with this girl he works with at Southend." Not knowing if that means that he is hanging out at Southend with the girl, or if he is hanging out with the girl he met at Southend, Brandan and I turn the car around and head back downtown to check Southend. Joel, of course, is not there--too simple. I send him a response text saying "This is ridiculous. If you want to continue to live here, you need to come home RIGHT NOW. If you refuse to communicate with us, we have no choice but to get law enforcement involved."
Joel does not respond. (Presumably because his phone is dead?) I don't know what snapped inside me, but something did. Brandan and I have gone to hell and back for this person. We have stood by him every step of the way. Yet he is lying to us, carrying around a false sense of entitlement, and making no effort to patch things up when he knows things are not going well. Had he been willing to work with us, talk to us, communicate what went wrong...we could help him. But he chooses to avoid us. To manipulate us. To push us, test us. We're done being tested. We've proved ourselves over and over, but it's never enough.
Brandan and I have to do what is best for us. My home needs to be a place of peace for me, and right now it is a place of turmoil. If Joel wants to go through life a liar, using people to get from point A to point B, fine. But count us out. Because we've been here before. This is the part where we save Joel, he apologies, tears are shed, he keeps himself in check for a period of time, and then goes back to self-destruction, and expects us to be there. I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted.
A locksmith is coming to change the locks on the apartment today. We are working with the landlord to have Joel's name removed from the lease, so he can be trespassed from the property. He will be welcome to come back and get his things, as long as he has a police escort. We cannot enable him any longer, and we cannot help someone who does not want to help themselves.
I haven't been able to find the right words. I've been ashamed, embarassed. I've felt like a failure. I've felt hopeful, that things would turn around. But I've finally reached the point where I just feel anger. So here is the truth, as harsh as it is:
Joel is no longer welcome in our home. He has taken advantage of Brandan and I to the fullest extent, and he is not willing to work with us to fix things at all. He has stopped staying at our apartment, and sleeps there approximately 2 nights a week, coming in only to shower and do laundry. He has spent everything he and I worked so hard to save; he is behind on child support, is unable to pay his rent, and unable to make the final payment on the vehicle he was purchasing. He is on his 7th job, through a course of various firings, quittings, etc--whatever the case, we've been here since 12/15, and he's worked at SEVEN different locations. He cannot provide any explanation as to where his money went, or what he spent it on. While we have numerous speculations, Joel refuses to speak with us, so we can't confirm anything.
He will only communicate with us by text message, and even then, communication is spotty at best. He will never answer the phone if we call. He knows our schedule, so he comes home when we are gone, and leaves before we return. He has stopped paying us for groceries, but continues to eat our food. He still hasn't paid rent, but still showers and does laundry. While I believe that Brandan reached the end of his rope earlier than I did, last night was the end for me.
On Sunday evening, Joel agreed with Brandan that we would sit down and talk Monday evening after he got back from class. Out of pure concern for Joel, and hoping to get some insight into what is going on with him, I asked the girl he has been seeing on and off to meet with me. She and I had a cocktail, and she informed me that she hasn't seen Joel since he "moved out." When I asked what she was talking about, she said, "you know, since he got kicked out." He apparently has been telling her that he is "sleeping outside" and "has nowhere to go." Which, since you know he's still coming back when he's hungry or dirty, you know is not true in the slightest.
After meeting with the girlfriend, if I can even call her that, Brandan and I went to his class location to give him a ride home, so that he couldn't wiggle away and refuse to come home. Jump to sitting outside of class for 30 minutes, and we discover that Joel never actually went to class. He's not there. So we head home, to see if he tries to show up at the house and act like he's been to class and is just getting back. No Joel. Brandan texts him to ask if he needs a ride home, and leaves a voicemail asking if he's coming home so we can talk. No response. I call work location #1, to find out if he possibly picked up a shift since he couldn't pay rent, but they tell me he's not working. I call work location #2, and they tell me that Joel no longer works there--he quit last Wednesday or Thursday. Perfect.
So, we head out of the house, seeking the possible residence of Joel's friend Tyler on Coming Street, which is unfortunately all we know about him, other than he drives a big truck. We successfully find Tyler's truck, but are uncertain of which house is his. I toy with the idea of getting the police department involved, but quickly realize this is a terrible idea.
So I send Joel a text. (Remember, Brandan has already called and texted, both of which Joel ignored.) I say, "where are you? are you coming home tonight?" and the response I get is, "idk but my phone might die." This is Joel speak for I'm about to start ignoring you, but I'm going to tell you my phone is dead so I have an excuse. I again ask where he is, at which point he responds that he is "hanging out with this girl he works with at Southend." Not knowing if that means that he is hanging out at Southend with the girl, or if he is hanging out with the girl he met at Southend, Brandan and I turn the car around and head back downtown to check Southend. Joel, of course, is not there--too simple. I send him a response text saying "This is ridiculous. If you want to continue to live here, you need to come home RIGHT NOW. If you refuse to communicate with us, we have no choice but to get law enforcement involved."
Joel does not respond. (Presumably because his phone is dead?) I don't know what snapped inside me, but something did. Brandan and I have gone to hell and back for this person. We have stood by him every step of the way. Yet he is lying to us, carrying around a false sense of entitlement, and making no effort to patch things up when he knows things are not going well. Had he been willing to work with us, talk to us, communicate what went wrong...we could help him. But he chooses to avoid us. To manipulate us. To push us, test us. We're done being tested. We've proved ourselves over and over, but it's never enough.
Brandan and I have to do what is best for us. My home needs to be a place of peace for me, and right now it is a place of turmoil. If Joel wants to go through life a liar, using people to get from point A to point B, fine. But count us out. Because we've been here before. This is the part where we save Joel, he apologies, tears are shed, he keeps himself in check for a period of time, and then goes back to self-destruction, and expects us to be there. I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted.
A locksmith is coming to change the locks on the apartment today. We are working with the landlord to have Joel's name removed from the lease, so he can be trespassed from the property. He will be welcome to come back and get his things, as long as he has a police escort. We cannot enable him any longer, and we cannot help someone who does not want to help themselves.
Sick Cycle Carousel
If shame had a face I think it would kinda look like mine
If it had a home would it be my eyes?
Would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this
Well here we go now, one more time
'Cause I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground
I tried to earn my way
I tried to tame this mind
You better believe that I have tried to beat this
So when will this end
It goes on and on
Over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won't stop
'Til I step down from this for good
I never thought I'd end up here
Never thought I'd be standing where I am
I guess I kinda thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong
~Lifehouse
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