No one ever tells you how much your teen/adult children can break your heart. Those of us who AP hope that the teen years will be easy and that children will grow up to be adults we are proud of. We are less likely to talk about broken hearts.
My oldest son broke my heart when he decided at 17 to go and live with his father. It turned out he had been molested by his scout leader, didn't tell me, and wanted to get out of town. Moving in with his father turned out to be a terrible decision. He went to the wrong college for the wrong reasons and failed out (he could have been a strait A student). He was hoping his father would spend time with him and love him - things his father can't/won't do.
We moved to where my son had been going to college when he was 20. He moved in with us and started putting his life back together. I call the years from 17 to 21 or so his period of temporary insanity - he agrees. He is now 25 and is almost done with training to be a medical lab technologist.
My heart is still broken. He moved away. He failed at college the first time. He smokes. Most of all, he didn't tell me he had been molested. His two younger brothers ended up being molested by the same man (my oldest son did not know). He blames himself. I blame him but don't tell him so. My youngest son was the one to finally tell me. He was molested when he was only 7.
They knew we had to go to the police. The scout leader plead guilty and spent one year in jail and two years in prison. My sons think that is long enough and that prison had to be a terrible experience. When the story hit the news there were other children/teens who came forward to say they too had been molested. He was only prosecuted for my children. I would like to run the scout leader over with my car. Several times. I wish I could. I trusted the scout leader. We knew him for years. I was involved with the scout troop and often went on campouts with the troop. My son was an Eagle Scout. I did everything 'right' and my children ended up being molested.
My oldest son broke my heart when he decided at 17 to go and live with his father. It turned out he had been molested by his scout leader, didn't tell me, and wanted to get out of town. Moving in with his father turned out to be a terrible decision. He went to the wrong college for the wrong reasons and failed out (he could have been a strait A student). He was hoping his father would spend time with him and love him - things his father can't/won't do.
We moved to where my son had been going to college when he was 20. He moved in with us and started putting his life back together. I call the years from 17 to 21 or so his period of temporary insanity - he agrees. He is now 25 and is almost done with training to be a medical lab technologist.
My heart is still broken. He moved away. He failed at college the first time. He smokes. Most of all, he didn't tell me he had been molested. His two younger brothers ended up being molested by the same man (my oldest son did not know). He blames himself. I blame him but don't tell him so. My youngest son was the one to finally tell me. He was molested when he was only 7.
They knew we had to go to the police. The scout leader plead guilty and spent one year in jail and two years in prison. My sons think that is long enough and that prison had to be a terrible experience. When the story hit the news there were other children/teens who came forward to say they too had been molested. He was only prosecuted for my children. I would like to run the scout leader over with my car. Several times. I wish I could. I trusted the scout leader. We knew him for years. I was involved with the scout troop and often went on campouts with the troop. My son was an Eagle Scout. I did everything 'right' and my children ended up being molested.







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