Terrible event

I am referring to the senseless murder of over 30 people at Virginia Tech and the agony that the victims' families are enduring. Even more so, the unspeakable agony that the killer's family must be experiencing. My prayers go out to every soul involved, including the perpetrator and his surviving family members. It's one thing to have your child murdered, but quite another thing to have your child be the murderer with no rhyme or reason. God comfort them all.

My confession is this: when I first heard of the shootings, I immediately thought of my eldest son as his father lives in the general vicinity of Blacksburg, VA, and (to my knowledge) maintains a firearm arsenal of handguns and assault rifles just as his father does. He is an abusive narcissist who is bordering on sociopathy. I've referenced this in previous posts, but many were lost in the Great Crash a few weeks ago.

I discovered that my son had fabricated and forged military documents and Service Awards to make himself appear like a War Hero - much as his father did and his grandfather, before him. He lied to his former wife (I hope she's gotten safely away!) about his heritage, his parentage, and every aspect of his life. He told her that he was 1st generation Italian (his father is Greek and I am German!) and that his father was a US Army Lt. Colonel, retired - his father was KICKED out of the Coast Guard because he couldn't tolerate a female superior and schemed his way out using the Fat-Boy Clause.

As soon as they began dating, my son began to tear this wonderful girl down, bit by bit. He had learned from his father precisely what things to say to lure a victim in and how to systematically destroy their self-worth. Thank God this young woman had a strong mother (Army Head Nurse - VERY sharp woman) and a chance to speak to me with regard to my son's true past. Prior to my even meeting his new wife, my son had already managed (within 4 months of their marriage) to beat the living sh*t out of her and choke her, nearly to death. At that time, a psychiatrist from the Army Medical Center contacted me as my number was apparently a point of contact. The psychiatrist began asking me questions about my son, his past, his father, and our relationships. I answered each and every question with unflinching honestly, openly, and without apology. I also warned the Army Psychiatrist that my son was dangerous and, without question, abusive. Nothing was ever done to help him either while he was still in the military, or after he was discharged. He had medications by the tons, but they were mainly pain medications and sleeping aids. There was no follow-up.

Right before the Curezone Crash, I learned that my son had begun prostituting himself via an internet "dating" service - to other men. Older men, in particular, according to his profile. Within his profile, he actually listed his Cell Phone number and indicated that he would meet with any callers within 30 minutes. I was devastated, but not surprised.

What this all boils down to is that, for an hour or two, I actually gave consideration that the man who shot up VA Tech might have been my son. Furthermore, I experienced the heart-rending, ghastly feelings that the real shooter's surviving family members must be feeling, even if it was temporary and superficial. I cannot imagine, in my wildest nightmares, what those people must be feeling at this very moment. But, what I do know is that there is always a sign that something is not as it should be. And, if we can warn someone, it is our responsibility to do so if we see that a friend or family member is exhibiting symptoms of erratic behavior or if they are outright dangerous - like my son. I've told everyone that I could, from school officials to military medical personnel, that my son was abusive, dangerous, and completely devoid of human emotion, even though it pained me to reveal truth in that regard.

What mother would ever want to admit that her son was dangerous? What mother would ever want to acknowledge that her offspring was incapable of being a loving part of her life? I recognize and accept the truth about what happened to my son - he was raised in an abusive, narcissistic environment and chose the path of deception and damage, and nothing can be done to change that, ever. Please, pray for the survivors of the VA Tech massacre, and for my son. Tweet