Blackjack
I’ll be watching...
- Aug 6, 2019
- 777
In addition to watching his Mom dying a slow, painful, terminal death due to ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease, everything that can go wrong in my 17-yo son's life since school started a mere month ago has gone wrong; from getting cut from the basketball team for the first time ever, to losing his brotherhood of basketball friends that he's had for years due to their shared passion for the game, to his first girlfriend moving away, to his car breaking down. Now he hates school and getting him to go is a daily battle because his motivation for keeping his grades up was always tied to basketball eligibility. His entire HS plan has been derailed because of it and he is reeling.
Tonight he had a complete & total meltdown of epic proportions. I've never seen him like this. He told me that he's never felt anything remotely similar to this and on top of his basketball/girl/friends/car issues, he tearfully admitted that he's terrified about my deteriorating condition & imminent death (mind you he has no idea I'm planning on exiting early in less than 2 weeks.)
Watching my beloved son cry buckets about his genuine heartbreak over everything in his life going to shit in the last 30+ days is beyond excruciating. The pain is visceral. Not being able to help him is probably the worst pain I've known. I'm terrified for him and what will happen when I'm gone in 15 days. It will be the ultimate blow to the shitstorm that has been the start to his Junior year.
What the fuck am I going to do? How can I leave my kid like this? Why is this world so fucking cruel that this young man can't even catch a break in other aspects of his life to soften the blow of his Mom's impending death? He doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid who has never given me any of the usual teenage challenges with partying or grades or anything like that because he was always solely focused on basketball. He is now at risk for every potential bad behavior/choice because he'll feel like he has nothing to lose, especially after I die. Fuck you universe! It's not enough that you destroy my life, you have to destroy my kid's in the process?
Oh my fucking God, what am I going to do? Should I delay or altogether abandon my plans to exit early? I'm dying either way and can't do a goddamn thing to help him, but my dying in a matter of days will most certainly send him over the edge. What kind of Mom would I be to abandon him now? Someone please make it stop. My heart is breaking in to a million pieces thinking about what's going to happen to him if I go now. I am beside myself with worry and don't know what to do.
Tonight he had a complete & total meltdown of epic proportions. I've never seen him like this. He told me that he's never felt anything remotely similar to this and on top of his basketball/girl/friends/car issues, he tearfully admitted that he's terrified about my deteriorating condition & imminent death (mind you he has no idea I'm planning on exiting early in less than 2 weeks.)
Watching my beloved son cry buckets about his genuine heartbreak over everything in his life going to shit in the last 30+ days is beyond excruciating. The pain is visceral. Not being able to help him is probably the worst pain I've known. I'm terrified for him and what will happen when I'm gone in 15 days. It will be the ultimate blow to the shitstorm that has been the start to his Junior year.
What the fuck am I going to do? How can I leave my kid like this? Why is this world so fucking cruel that this young man can't even catch a break in other aspects of his life to soften the blow of his Mom's impending death? He doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid who has never given me any of the usual teenage challenges with partying or grades or anything like that because he was always solely focused on basketball. He is now at risk for every potential bad behavior/choice because he'll feel like he has nothing to lose, especially after I die. Fuck you universe! It's not enough that you destroy my life, you have to destroy my kid's in the process?
Oh my fucking God, what am I going to do? Should I delay or altogether abandon my plans to exit early? I'm dying either way and can't do a goddamn thing to help him, but my dying in a matter of days will most certainly send him over the edge. What kind of Mom would I be to abandon him now? Someone please make it stop. My heart is breaking in to a million pieces thinking about what's going to happen to him if I go now. I am beside myself with worry and don't know what to do.
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