So, my son is home from jail. He went to court yesterday and fortunately the judge was a great guy who seems more interested in helping than in just throwing the book at people. He has over $300 in fines and court costs and one year of probation. Also, the charge was reduced from theft down to a lesser charge and can even be expunged in a year if he stays out of trouble.
I'm glad to have him home. The house was empty and quiet with him gone. I'll admit, there was a certain peace that we haven't had for years with him gone. There was no coming and going at odd hours, no quietly whispered phone calls, no moodiness, no suspicion, etc. You get the picture.
At the same time, however, there wasn't as much energy, laughter, commotion and lots of other positive things. I love my son. He's a good time. We laugh together and talk together and just enjoy each other. We always have and I missed that a lot.
Last night he thanked me for leaving him in jail. He said it seriously is what he needed. He'd often said that he needed to go to jail and I thought he was nuts. He said he didn't really know the reality of it and he says it's nowhere he ever wants to go again. I hope that's enough. He knows that if he gets into legal trouble of any kind he'll head back to jail and do six months, no questions asked.
Of course I'm scared. I do think he seems older, more serious and more adult. That's been a problem before that he wasn't those things. He hasn't wanted to take responsibility for himself. He hasn't been able to get any kind of decent job due to drug use. There've just been a lot of headaches that didn't need to be. I'm happy to see his change in attitude, but I'm also apprehensive. After years of torture and hell, it is hard to believe sometimes.
Still, somehow it feels like God has been in the midst of this situation the whole time so I'm moving forward in trust and hoping that this is the time that sobriety begins.
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