I had a visitor yesterday afternoon – my oldest son. It seems my refusal to let him move in, along with other refusals from other people, made him return to his father and work things out.
My son didn’t stay on the street for longer than it took to phone everyone he knows, and be refused by all those people.
With luck, he’ll realise that his options are limited in the future and he’ll endeavour to do the right thing by his father and stepmother. He thought I’d side with him and rubbish his stepmother and he got a shock when I stuck up for her. I told him that while he lives under her roof, he must abide by her rules.
It was a relief to know that he wasn’t sleeping in dark alleys though.