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1月24日 I think this is what crazy feels like.Have you ever cried so hard for so long that your eyes hurt, your face hurts, your mouth is dry, and your brain refuses to process anything more complicated than allowing your body to curl up in a ball and moan?
Good. I'd hate to have to explain it to you in all of its gory detail.
My beautiful, brown, gentle #2 Son is in jail.
The very foreign-ness of that statement is incredible to me. It is, literally, akin to me saying something like "I have four daughters," or "Christmas is in July." It is wrong. It is what happens to somebody else. Yet, as my wise 14-year-old said, "We're all 'somebody else' to other people, Mom. Right?"
I had to accept Gabe's wandering lifestyle, the fact that he was content not to have a guaranteed place to lay his head every night, or wash his face every day, or even eat at least one meal a day. If he was OK with it, then who was I to tell him otherwise?
I had to be OK with hearing second- and third-hand about sightings of him: I was grateful, really, that I didn't have to assume the worst had happened. Who was I to tell him that his apparent carefree lifestyle which included absolutely no responsibility was bound to end badly?
And the fact that he was back in Minnesota -- back, even, in the County of the Mildly Mentally Retarded -- yet still didn't come see me was troublesome, but who was I to tell him to just come home, start over?
I'm no fool, you see. I know that people do not live -- survive, even -- without money. Not in freezing Minnesota in January, not when there is no visible means of any sort of income. I know that, but who was I to tell him he was headed for big trouble?
I'm no one, really. Except his mom.
Here is the headline that will tell you all you need to know: Six men charged with passing forged checks
The story that follows names my son no fewer than four times, from his charges of felony check forgery and aiding an offender; to the fact that he is address unknown; to the "anonymous tip that led investigators to the home where" he was; to his next court date.
The neatest thing about this is the fact that the stolen, forged checks came from his friend's grandmother. The "friend" stole a book of checks from his grandmother's house, and the rest of the thugs participated in the forging and cashing. The cashing part was #2 Son's involvement. The total amount as of Jan. 10 was $2,525.68.
His father, I am told, plans to bail him out. I wish he wouldn't, but I am nothing in this paradigm.
There are many, many bad -- shameful -- things about this story so far, and I don't think I need to point any of them out. He has not contacted me, nor will he. If he knows nothing else in this world, he knows that I will not enable bad -- let alone illegal -- behavior. He will not contact me until he has found some sort of resolution to this, because I will not resolve it for him. Ever.
Please know this, because I know that Gabe does: I love him. Even more, I tough love him. I will never stop loving him. And I will never stop hating the things that he has done. I am ashamed of him, and ashamed that at no time in this whole ugly chain of events did he stop and say, "No. Not only no, but HELL, NO! I will not be a part of this ugliness. It is shameful."
I love him. And I hate that his youngest brother told me, about the brother he once wanted so very much to please, "He's like a stranger now. Like he's somebody else's brother. It's surreal to me."
I love Gabe. And I know that he will not be 18 forever. And I believe that he has the foundation to be a good man someday.
Someday, though, seems like a very long time away.
Today, I feel like no one. Except, maybe, a mother. And not a very good one, at that.
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