When I write on these blogs I usually go on and on about my life because I honestly need someone to vent to. I hope you don't mind to read it but if you don't that's fine, you don't have to.

This week I've had more anxiety, stress and frustrations then I've had my entire life. I thought when my oldest son telling me he was joining the military and he was entering the infantry program to be on the front lines was bad, but it wasn't.
My youngest son, who will be 18 next month, comes home and tells us that his 18 year old girlfriend's mom kicked her out of the house because she stood up for my son. The mother went on to say that she would inflict violent harm to my son and told her daughter to leave if she felt he could treat her better...
So many things, so much drama has flooded my home. I get calls with threats, with words to make me not trust my child but I will not stand by and let this mother believe she can do this to my family.
My son and this girl have been dating for four years. They got engaged, which the mother agreed to...my son asked her first...she was happy about it. Now she wants my son to not exist anymore.
I thought maybe the mom would cool off and realize that she made a mistake by doing what she did but it's been four days and she hasn't called her daughter. She's called me saying she has tried and she won't answer... She called me a liar, saying she didn't call me... The mom called my son an abusive drunk...I didn't know how to respond to this. My son has a heart condition. He goes to the doctor regularly, works at a factory and he goes to school. The only time he is alone is when he's driving between each of these places.
I just don't know what to do or how to act. I want to cry, to scream. But I'm the type of person who lets all this emotion build up inside of me. I won't confront her because I can't. I'm the scared little girl women are afraid their daughters will grow up to be like.
When he first told me that her mom threw her out, the first thing that popped into my head - she's pregnant... My husband and I sit down with him and talked to him. He said she wasn't and he knows how lies are saw in this house. You do not lie in this house. And I've never thought otherwise with both my kids but I'm not stupid. I know things happen with kids that age.
I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack...I try not to think about it. I try to do my work but it's like the mom's words consume me. I'm in the middle of two stories and I don't know which is true...I believe my son but what if he's not telling me everything? I think that's my greatest fear. I think that's why I'm so worried.

All I can do is ask God to help me. To give me strength because I need it so much.
Does anyone have any advice?