I called my son today, he’s 22 to follow up on his health after he was hit by a drunken driver while on his motorbike at Easter and was hospitalised. He’s on crutches now with plates in his legs but is paying half his salary to get to work by taxi and doesn’t get paid when he doesn’t work, another story. He mentioned the financial problems he’s having and said I think I’ll just take some money and go to the casino ! Obviously, he knew I used to go. I then ended up begging him not to even think that way. His birthday is on Wed and I said I’m sorry I won’t be able to send him any money for his birthday but I would when I could. He then asked me the big question everyone asks….. mom, what debts do you still have when you have such a good job ? It threw me but I ended up admitting the extent of my gambling and how I am addicted and felt so hurt I couldn’t be there for him and help me out. I burst out crying but he was very supportive but it made me feel shameful and despicable.
I’ve always lived for him and supported him all my life. His hospitalisation cost a fortune and is still racking up a huge bill but fortunately his father is paying for it but I have to contribute too. Anyway, we chatted and I said I was dreaming of us going on holiday together to Hawaii or somewhere as we did before and was so encouraged and blessed to hear how keen he was on doing that with me. He has a girlfriend who I haven’t met yet but he is prepared to go alone with me. It’s something I should set as a goal and try to work towards achieving. That would make me ecstatically happy.