I feel a little bit like King David.
Eleven years ago, I had two affairs. I didn’t sleep with either one, but I might as well have. Even though The Lord and my wife forgave me; (Thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will raise up evil against thee out of thine own house.) My firstborn son became a heroin and Oxycontin addict, and stole thousands of dollars from me. He stole gold, silver, cash, and God knows what else. His betrayal was a major reason that I entered a great depression, and had to retire early from my job. My wife and I bailed him out of jail twice, which, in hindsight, was a big mistake. His life became a complete mess, and he had to have two brain surgeries to remove an abscess which was caused by his self abuse. He had multiple car crashes, and should have died many times.
Last year, my wife and I agreed to let him live with us, as he had nowhere else to go, and appeared like he was trying to get his life together. All was good for awhile. but then old patterns began to resurface. I discovered he was stealing from me, but he denied it vehemently. He told me that I didn’t have the facts straight, so I let it go, but I watched him more closely. Today, July 5, 2016, I went to visit a friend on my motorcycle. I returned much earlier than I was supposed to, and as I pulled up to my house, I immediately noticed that my car was gone. He knows that he’s not allowed to drive my car, and when he got home, we got into a huge fight. I’m not proud to admit that in my anger, I kicked him in the shins and socked him in the chest. I told him to get out of my house, and I don’t want to see him anymore.
Of course, my wife is mad because of the way I acted, and it may lead to divorce. I’ve been married 35 years, and my son is 34. I’ll keep you posted….