CAMom: True enough. I doubt that McWeedy hears one out of every ten words I say, and ignores most of the ones he DOES hear. The sad truth is that I talk to him, explain these things to him for my own benefit. I've long ago given up hope that McWeedy actually listens to me.
All my life I've felt the need to explain things, explain my decisions. I guess that comes from trying to convince ME that I'm doing the right thing. It's probably an ADD thing, involving hearing my own words so I can decide if I'm right (involving more than one sense). I also write to do the same thing, but when I found the last four letters I wrote to McW in the trash - unopened, I stopped trying to give them to him. I still write them, though, but keep them on my computer. Maybe one day I can give them to him, but right now it's how I get the venom and pain out of my system.
And, I guess there's a teensy bit of hope there, too. Years before McW became an issue, Sarge and I used to go at it quite a bit (two Type "A" Italian males living under the same roof - capisce?) I tried to talk to Sarge during those times as well, only Sarge would fight back - even if he didn't make a lick of sense, he fought back. I worried a lot about him until one day I had a long talk with his girlfriend. She said that Sarge would never admit it, but that he did listen to me when I spoke honestly to him. I guess there's a part of me that hopes McW is listening to me, too, even if he doesn't admit it either.
But, even if he isn't, talking to him (or at him) is as much about helping me through a difficult situation as it is about trying (in vain) to get him to act responsibly. And, maybe this sounds bad, but if the worst happens to him at least I'll be able to say I tried my best to make him understand what was happening. It'll be cold comfort, but it may be the only comfort I have then, and it'll be one less thing for me to regret.
I just want to know that I tried. Hope I made sense, but if I didn't, then I apologize.
Mikey