tjj wrote: Thank you for your post Carol, a moving read and one I can relate to it. One of the reasons I left London was to get my youngest son away from a certain crowd he had fallen in with. I gave him a choice of coming with me or leaving home - he left home and moved to Brighton, has never looked back.
Eldest son stayed in London and when he's not doing his day job (which pays for mortgage/food/bills) he's busy deejaying at house music parties. Although he has his own family now he's not too keen on letting go of his former life. I stay out of it.
Yes, it gets ridiculous. I still think of them as boys, but really they're men. They make their own choices. At first I was scared all the time, I thought he'd die like his best friend did, overdosing in front of him. Such a bright lad. He's stolen & lied so much; & yet he lets me hold him for ever. It's the deadness in his eyes; this other creature he becomes. He's the most creative son; he can paint, play amazing guitar & tell you any old shit that I used to fall for all the time. I love from a distance now (emotionally). Enough. Thanks for support.
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