Hilli. You and he made the agreements and already he is waffling. Our kids excel at not keeping their word, they are used to us caving in.
Hilli. With just a few words changed here and there, you could be me, and I could be you. I am big on agreements and conditions. To which my son pays lip service. He loves the lists. Because the lists always have a due date a week or a month into the future--and he lives only for today.
He uses the conditions to manipulate more time. And always banks on the idea that he will deal with the final date as it comes. Or he believes I will fold. Who knows what he believes?
To me, conditions, and agreements and lists are a joke. Because there is never commitment. Just resistance, and the wanting to take advantage. The belief on his part that he can sabotage and take advantage and impose his own terms over me.
I believe it does not matter what you do. What matters is your coming to terms with the idea that nothing you do or do not do will help your son. He has to help himself.
The only thing you can do is to protect yourself and live your life, and to restrict contact with him to that which is protected for you. That may be a phone call now and then, where you listen, restricted to a day and a time that is convenient for you.
This is the brutal land in which we live, here. There are some of us who are able to achieve more of a relationship with our children, but it is never when we wish, and never on our terms. But theirs. The only terms and power we have, is how much contact we allow, where it occurs and when.
I would not kick him out with the expectation he will learn or change. He could get worse. My own son did. Do not let him stay with the expectation that this will help him. It
may some. But will it be worth the degradation of your own spirit? And how good is that for him, to see his mother degraded and submitting herself to be her own child's victim?
This is not your problem, really. It is his. A dad sometimes posts and his viewpoint is always realistic and pragmatic: he needs to move out and get a job. He can decide how to do it. Any job. He could work in the fields, he could deliver papers. If he cannot or will not, then he needs to apply for government aid. Like my son did.
Except my own son wants to use all his government aid to smoke marijuana and buy special food. And I seem to feel compelled to save him. Never understanding that my son is choosing his life. The life he wants to have.