My eldest son makes me sad and angry. Three weeks ago I bonded him out of jail after he was put in for hitting his shrew of a wife. It wasn't a condoning gesture, but a practical one: he can continue to support his household until the trial date. At the time I helped him, I told him and his wife both they needed to stay apart until the trial because they're just not doing right and I don't want to be on the hook for the total bail, nor do I want anything worse to happen. Son blubbered and cried and declared he agreed. Three days later, he's got her back at home. I understand love, but I do not approve. A couple of months apart would let them both come to grips with themselves. Yet I'm not angry or judging against their reunion. People do what they will, after all. What makes me angry is the non-communication with me. Calls are not answered, even to say "Mom I'm not speaking with you." Text messages go unheeded. I'm certain I've been demonized, placed in a position of blame and there isn't even the courtesy to be honest with me about what they're feeling and thinking, after all I've sacrificed to help them time and again. That's it. No more. They can all fend for themselves.



