Thank you to everyone here. My grief started almost 3 years ago. Shortly after I was diagnosed with a serious physical health condition, my son moved out within days. He had been with this girl for not sure how long. I noticed my son's behavior changing about age 15-16. I just thought he was a typical teen. As I was explaining my DX to my son and girlfriend, she smirked at me. My son showed no emotion. This was not like him. They both told people I was fine, and just crazy.
As soon as he moved out, the communication waned to almost nothing. The girlfriend was so controlling, she either always answered my son's phone and said he was busy, 'he can't talk right now, or erased the messages I sent to him. She even tapped my bank account and drained it down to nothing-my bills bounced the first time ever! Then she had the nerve to try to tell me 'how to find solutions.' They ran up hundreds of $ in phone bills in my name-never paid me back. When my son moved out, I and my friend hauled out about 20 sacks of garbage, and it took about 15 hours to clean his room. (I had been so ill I could not climb the 20 something stairs to see if he was keeping his room clean) The rest of the house was clean. This was shocking, as I am a very clean person, and I trusted my son to keep things clean. The communication finally stopped completely-For about one year, I knew not if my son was dead or alive. This was devastating, on top of trying to cope with a life-threatening illness, and a major move. All the while, I have contuinued working.
They have excluded me from every holiday-no calls, no invites, no gifts, turn their phones off. Yet they have spent every holiday with her mother and family, as they shared in later brief phone conversations.
I have not one photo of my grandson-yet one day I discovered his photos were plastered all over the internet. Some of my friends would call me to tell me how cute he is. Coworkers would ask to see photos of him, yet I was lost for words , as I could produce no photos.
I am not a pushy person, I am not mentally ill, I respect people's individuality, and I am a giver., I have always been available to lend a helping hand when needed. In spite of the way my son and GF/wife? have treated me, I have been loving, given them gifts, tried to step back, yet be there.
I never, never thought something this devastaing could happen to me. From what I see here, this is pretty common. It seems that a number of factors influence how grandparents fit in now. I am old fashioned, with values the same. It is difficult to look around and see how times and people have changed. I long for the return of family values, respect for the older generations, strong work ethics and morales, -just plain 'treating people right.'
My heart is with all of you here-I surely empathize with each situation. For those of you who feel depressed or unable to cope, hard as it sounds-we must go on. We must daily collect the pieces of our shattered hearts and make awindow for the son to shine through. That's all for now-God Bless you all. I hope everyone here is able to find some ray of hope today and find even one little thing to sauter the heart with joy.