What was I suppose to do now?

When you receive a letter like this many things run through your mind...

1. WTF?
2. Your telling me I stole from you? REALLY?
3. I'm passive-aggressive? REALLY?
4. Why won't my son talk to me?
5. Who put who in the middle?

I was hurt...I was angry...I wrote letters and tore them up...I cried...and talked to people who have known me for a long time to see if any of this was true about me...and memories of stories she told me came flooding back over and over again...things I should of taken as red flags but overlooked...

The one that sticks out the most is  the reason why they do not spend time with his family...

The first holiday I spent with them was Thanksgiving...I asked my son if they got together with his family...I had hoped to meet his parents and brother and sister...He said that they did not anymore, and spent holidays with his wife's family. I asked him why and he answered that he really did not know but there was a distance between his wife and his family...

The next day his wife asked if I had a good conversation with my son during a moment of alone time. I answered that I did but that I did not understand some things, but perhaps it did not matter. She said I could talk to her about anything...So I told her about that part of the conversation...her response was, "He does to know why".  And she told me...

1. They "stole" from them.
2. They treated her badly. They were unkind and mean to her. When they would get together they would not include her in conversations.
3. They treated the kids differently than the other grandchildren.
4. They said they knew him better than she did.

Does any of this sound familiar?????

I reread her email...and reread it and reread it and had to wonder...what was this woman afraid of?

I recalled a time when I was visiting and my son and I ran some errands...it was those few moments when we were actually alone together...we stayed out a little to long and when we got back the house was full of silence and ice...you could cut the tension with a knife...and they went into the bedroom to talk...she came out...and then he came out and said: "You just don't like me spending time with my Mother"...BAM...that sentence hit me in my heart...

Again the difference between her letters and his letters were so opposite...him asking for help...her telling me what it was that I had to do to get back into her good graces...but only if I did the impossible...return things that I never took...

What was I suppose to do? All I wanted to do was to talk to my son and I was told that he did not want me to call him and he would not be calling me...

My heart was breaking...