My Son Robbed Me

The Story

Hello. I sit at night and think and I don't get anywhere ... We come home from vacation and the TV and the computer are gone. We find a note from the son, who is 26 years old, that he is leaving the city and has sold these devices ... we bought them from a pawnshop, ie we bought them again. It doesn't work and it never worked. He has been coming home from the capital for 3 years and we have constant nightmares. We saved him from hundreds of stories, we paid him for the most expensive education in Bulgaria - he stopped after 1 year. He had an affair with everyone. Nobody likes him. I don't know what's wrong with him, what's going on. Talking to him is a difficult thing, and he was not such a boy. Sometimes he breaks objects and furniture and the like at home. He sleeps, wanders ... After his theft I took the keys. Now he's found his last port with his grandmother, but she can barely feed him either ... in short, he's been banished from us, but lives on the back of an elderly woman. He robbed her too, but she doesn't know it's him ... We are people who have forgiven for a long time and no longer want to. Who and what can help this person realize how much pain, bitterness and shame has nestled in my heart ... it doesn't hurt anyone ... as if, if he had the opportunity, he would sell our home and everything. I don't understand what happened to him. I offered to talk to a doctor, but he refused. I told him I was in the police and that didn't bother him. I wonder what this is about. I wonder what else to do. He created heaps of filth for us. I'm sorry that I didn't sit at the computer to write something nice, but I keep people like you busy with such texts. Excuse me. Who and what can help this person realize how much pain, bitterness and shame he has ingrained in my heart ... it does not hurt anyone ... as if, if he had the opportunity, he would sell our home and everything. I don't understand what happened to him. I offered to talk to a doctor, but he refused. I told him I was in the police and that didn't bother him. I wonder what this is about. I wonder what else to do. He created heaps of filth for us. I'm sorry that I didn't sit at the computer to write something nice, but I keep people like you busy with such texts. Excuse me. Who and what can help this person realize how much pain, bitterness and shame has nestled in my heart ... it doesn't hurt anyone ... as if, if he had the opportunity, he would sell our home and everything. I don't understand what happened to him. I offered to talk to a doctor, but he refused. I told him I was in the police and that didn't bother him. I wonder what this is about. I wonder what else to do. He created heaps of filth for us. I'm sorry that I didn't sit at the computer to write something nice, but I keep people like you busy with such texts. Excuse me. I wonder what else to do. He created heaps of filth for us. I'm sorry that I didn't sit at the computer to write something nice, but I keep people like you busy with such texts. Excuse me. I wonder what else to do. He created heaps of filth for us. I'm sorry that I didn't sit at the computer to write something nice, but I keep people like you busy with such texts. Excuse me.

Last Updated
October 31, 2020
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