a 4-hour visit? i don't think i could tolerate something like that

• My psychiatrist says I need to get a divorce - Never thought it would happen to me
  • My thoughts.... - Southern belle
  • I think you need a new counselor. nm - MT and worn out
  • learning from - stories
  • After THREE visits??? - deenibeeni
    • Actually, the first visit was 4 hours. - Never thought it would happen to me
      • a 4-hour visit? i don't think i could tolerate something like that - in the crapper
    • what would you know about it deeni? - nm
      • oh, i'd guess deeni has plain ol - COMMON SENSE!! (nm)
  • Sounds fishy to me - Old part-timer
    • It really makes me sick - sbMT
      • I had a counselor once tell me that too... - HolidayMT
        • There is virtually no fighting. (sm) - Never thought it would happen to me
          • Try another counselor - Old part-timer
            • But why not a trial separation? - Never
        • excellent post. - nm

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I work Wed-Sun, so I will be off tomorrow.  So, my daughter is going to take me to visit my mom who lives approx.2 hours away. I am really looking forward to my visit.  She is a beautiful lady.  She has Alzheimer's plus some other things going on, but when she is here mentally, I enjoy every moment, down to the twinkle in her eye.

I was at a bridge and on the other side I saw people sitting on lush lawn and playing in the water, lots of laughter, etc.  I was met by a spirit who said (telepathically) that I had things to do before I came in but that it was totally my decision to stay or return.  I chose to return.  That evening I told my doctor the whole story, from the moment the nurse told him I had passed to what they did to my body next and my experience on the other side.  Needless to say, he was speechless.  This was in 1964 and none of these experiences had been published yet.

Where is one you will not believe:  My sister has emphysema.  She went to a pulmonary specialist.  He sent her for a bunch of tests.  On her next visit to him, he tells her she has 1-2 years to live or less.  She started crying.  He said "Are you crying?"  She just looked at him.  He said "Why are you crying?" 

Well, you can imagine how upset we have been over the last 3 months.  It was hard for me to even talk to her, as we cried the whole time.  I would try to comfort her, but I needed comforting too, as she is the only relative I have left other than my immediate family.

She called me last night and said "I AM NOT DYING."  It seems the tests were all mixed up from the hospital where she had them done.  I told her we should sue them for all they have put us through.  I cannot believe they did this.  You just have no ideal what we have been through.  You can imagine what my sister and her husband have been through.  I am so glad she called me immediately and told me.

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and my son, who was 5 then, was talking to him.  The pastor asked my son what time his bedtime was and he replied, "it's s'posed to be 9 o'clock, but mommy says we piss 'round till 10."  I almost died of embarrassment.  Unfortunately, pissin' is a word I use quite often and never realized how much kids picked up on it.  Thankfully, the pastor laughed and said he understood completely as he grew up on a farm and there was a lot of that going on there.

In June, my husband and I will be attending the HD Bike Week in Laconia, New Hampshire.  If you had to name just two or three places that everyone should see on the East coast {Washington, DC, Maryland, Virginia, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, etc. down to North Carolina} what would they be?  We will be visiting Maine - that is already on the agenda.  We plan to visit Arlington National Cemetary and the Capitol.  We have been on the Freedom Walk in Boston. 

We have not determined how much time we will be spending on the East coast.  Please just name the places you think we should visit if time wasn't a concern. 

Thank you very much for your time, assistance, and input.  I appreciate this very much!

No one has come by yet, but it's only Monday, but I did get the house cleaned with the help of my son, his girlfriend, and two of his friends.  I took the advice below about shuffling all my ex-husband's junk to the garage.  He has a fixer upper car in the garage anyway, so I just piled stuff around it, on top of it, and in it.  The garage is a complete mess, but we don't live in there, so whatever.  My son and his buddies cleaned up outside the house too.  We had about 10 bags of trash for the trash truck this morning, but they took every one of them.  Thank goodness!!

I'm way more calmer now than I was on Friday when all this crap broke loose.  Thanks to everyone for calming me down.  I'm ready now for when the social worker stops by.  I saw another officer over the weekend at the gas station and he asked me about my situation, asked me if my ex was ever served and then told me that he was proud of me for finally getting rid of him and that he would talk to his boss about this whole "social services thing."  He said his boss (who was the officer at my house on Friday) doesn't really know the ins and outs of the community like the officers do and he'd make sure he let him know that my ex is the one causing all the trouble.

So that made me feel better too.  I just can't believe how ugly this is getting.  I guess I'd better prepare myself because it will probably get worse before it gets better.  The divorce is just beginning.

The doctor wants to try the Respirdal for another month and see if he gets any better, if the auditory hallucinations stop, etc.  My son also gained 3 pounds in the last month.  I'm not super worried about him gaining too much weight as he is an active kid but just one more thing to watch.

The youth council came up with my son's "punishment" for the theft, running away, fighting, etc.  He has to write a paper.  Not even a paper.  He has to write 5 things that he likes about himself and 5 things he can do to improve his world.  That's it.  Oh wait, they also told him that he has to feed our pets without me reminding him.  I've had it with the legal system.  I'm making him do my own community service.  They are talking this kid to death and basically teaching him that if he doesn't behave, they'll keep talking to him.  

I'm at my breaking point with all the mental issues, but seriously...where is the punishment for kids.  It's like the legal system over does it or doesn't do it at all.  I need a nap now.

Thank you to everyone who e-mailed with concern for us.  I really appreciate that there are so many strangers out there who care enough to reach out. 

freaking out!  My estranged husband, on whom I have a restraining order, showed up at my house today, obviously he had been drinking.  Long story short, one of my son's friends shows up, one that is not allowed at the house.  I immediately sent the teenager away, but my husband proceeds to start raging about how he would run things if he were still living here.  I then told him he could leave as well.  That I kicked the teenager and I expected him to leave too.  He refused and said he would leave if I gave him money because he needs to contribute groceries to his buddy with whom he is staying.  He doesn't work and hasn't worked for much of our marriage.  I told him if he wanted to help out his buddy, he should get a job.  He came into the house, sat down on my couch and refused to leave until I gave him money. 

My son called the police to enforce the restraining order.  The police show up and while he is in their custody, he tells them that I have 10 to 14 teenagers in my house every day and that he doesn't feel that it is a good environment for our 8yo daughter.  He tells there was marijuana in my house. 

So now the police are telling me they have to file a report with family services because my house could be a hostile environment and they have to follow up on every complaint.  The marijuana episode did happen; however, my daughter and I were not at home.  My husband was still living at home at the time and caught my son and a couple of friends smoking it and instead of stopping them immediately and kicking everybody out, I was told that he took a hit off the joint.  I was told that by all three kids whom I questioned separately.  When I confronted my soon to be ex about this, his explanation was that he didn't take a hit, he put it up to his mouth and nose to smell to see if it really was pot.  Still he did not put up fuss, punish our son, or kick anybody.  Instead I find out about the pot from the sister of one of my son's girlfriend who told me because she was worried about her sister and she was the one who originally told me my husband took a hit.

Now, because my husband is angry that I have kicked him out and am filing for divorce, he is telling these lies and half truths to the cops and now I have to worry about getting visited from social services.  I've been crying all evening and I'm wondering what I should expect.  I have to clean my house from top to bottom, make sure this sucker shines and I guess not let my son have any friends over ever again!

I am so upset!  I absolutely hate my ex-husband.  I live in a rat hole as it because he has refused to work and he has junked up with all the crap he refuses to throw away.  The man won't even through away magazines.  I have stacks and stacks of magazines and newspapers that every time I've tried to throw out or recycle, he picked them out of the bins and brought them back into the house.  Now I'm faced with this mountain of crap that I have deal with immediately before I get visited by the social worker. 

I'm sorry to go on and on.  I'm just so overwhelmed and stressed and I just want to curl up in a little ball and die.  My kids are my life.  I don't beat them, I feed them, I clothe them, I play with them, and have fun with them.  They are the reason I work, the reason I breathe.  The idea of having someone come into my home and question my fitness as a mother makes my physically ill.

You guys, thank you for continually listening to my saga.  You guys gave me the strength to kick him out to begin with.