Not sure where to start really. DS is 15, supposed to be sitting his first GCSE today, the one subject he actually likes and is good at. Promised me he’d go, even got up this morning, got dressed, grabbed his bag. Thought we’d turned a corner. But he never showed. Didn’t go in.
Didn’t answer his phone all day. I was sick with worry and he rolls in at 5pm like nothing. We ended up rowing and he told me to “fuck off and stop being a psycho.”
He’s out again now, no clue where. Prob with that lot he hangs round with. Same story. Drinking. Weed. Shoplifting. Fighting. Has been brought home by police more than once. Barely been to school in months. Teachers gave up ages ago. I’ve done everything. Tough love, soft love, family support, youth workers, GP. Nothing sticks.
And the worst part? I’ve just been diagnosed with cervical cancer. Stage 2. Haven’t told him. Don’t even know how. Not sure he’d give a shit tbh.
I’m on my own with him. No dad in the picture. No other kids. No real support. I’m just sat here crying into my tea like a mug.
What the hell do I do