I don't know if you remember but Z moved in with us last november. Things were going great, then his mum started interfering.
Long story short, we kept setting boundaries, she kept ignoring them as did Z but that was because his mum encouraged it.
he started stealing from us, smoking (in the house even though he has sleep apnoea and falls asleep everywhere) and other stuff. It reached a point where it was affecting everyone in the house (Z's behaviour), my fibro was getting worse, DHs health was getting worse, the girls health was getting worse (they have Ehler Danlos Syndrome and unfortunately a stammer associated with it, it was reaching the pint where our 2 eldest could barely be understood, it has improved since Z went home) and I suspect one of my daughters has fibro as well, she was waking up in agony.
I hate it, I hate that it turned out this way, he isn't interested in contacting us.
The first thing his mum wanted when she picked up was his birth certificate so she get benefits for him, how sad is that, she wasn't interested in what info the hospital sent for him, his appointments etc, just his birth certificate.
So, there we go, its over, we tried our best. Funny thing is, it all started going to pot when we decded we would start getting child tax credits etc for him because she was refusing to help us out financially (neither DH nor I work due to health issues so money is tight especially when you add a teen boy into the mix).
Money mattered more to his mum than he did and it sucks. We put off claiming any money for him because we didn't want things to turn out crap but we were getting shorter and shorter of cash and his mum was getting tax credits and child benefit for him even though he wasn't living there anymore.
I just hate it.
Long story short, we kept setting boundaries, she kept ignoring them as did Z but that was because his mum encouraged it.
he started stealing from us, smoking (in the house even though he has sleep apnoea and falls asleep everywhere) and other stuff. It reached a point where it was affecting everyone in the house (Z's behaviour), my fibro was getting worse, DHs health was getting worse, the girls health was getting worse (they have Ehler Danlos Syndrome and unfortunately a stammer associated with it, it was reaching the pint where our 2 eldest could barely be understood, it has improved since Z went home) and I suspect one of my daughters has fibro as well, she was waking up in agony.
I hate it, I hate that it turned out this way, he isn't interested in contacting us.
The first thing his mum wanted when she picked up was his birth certificate so she get benefits for him, how sad is that, she wasn't interested in what info the hospital sent for him, his appointments etc, just his birth certificate.
So, there we go, its over, we tried our best. Funny thing is, it all started going to pot when we decded we would start getting child tax credits etc for him because she was refusing to help us out financially (neither DH nor I work due to health issues so money is tight especially when you add a teen boy into the mix).
Money mattered more to his mum than he did and it sucks. We put off claiming any money for him because we didn't want things to turn out crap but we were getting shorter and shorter of cash and his mum was getting tax credits and child benefit for him even though he wasn't living there anymore.
I just hate it.
