There was a knock at the door last night. It was Stephen. I didn't expect him back so soon. He was to stay in a detox center for two weeks. He got cleaned out in only one week. We're back to chaos, noise, clutter and disruption. I love my grandson, but can't stand all this disorganization. His space in the room He shares with his brother is a mess. At the moment, they're both messy. Then, there is the telephone. His girlfriend calls all the time. There were times when she called every ten minutes. If I answered, she would hang up. She thinks I am rude because I get annoyed with the phone calls. Finally I told Stephen last night, that only one phone calls from Allyson would have to do it. One call a day. Get your thoughts organized and say what you have to say. The rest can wait for the next day.
Today I plan on making a point of their stuff that is all over. I told Stephen He could hang his suit in my closet. He took over the entire closet. I shall correct this taking advantage of me right away. Stephen isn't staying with me on a permanent basis. He is waiting for another residential program. I said He could store his things in my garage....not all over the floor. Today shall be laundry day, sorting and packing up for storage.
The same goes for Chris. I am loaning him a dresser and a work table. These pieces have to go to Melba Street to be set up. His electronics shall be next to be moved. Chris starts a job the middle of November. When He starts work, he is to leave my house, along with all of his possessions. When Chris leaves, Stephen will be asked to leave, too. I feel I am being taken advantage of. Where is the line between helping family members and being taken advantage of? I think We're now past the point of helping. They're young men, not kids. They can stand on their own feet, pay their bills and be responsible for themselves.