<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body">But Mikey, when are you actually going to have this conversation? </div></div>
Ah, well, that would have been about two hours ago. He gave me the perfect opening by informing us that he had a ticket to "Potfest", er, "RockFest", after I'd already asked him to wait and talk with us first before getting a ticket. He said his girlfriend bought the ticket, he wasn't going to waste it, and he was going no matter what. That was the difficult child/pothead type comment I was waiting for to start the conversation.
Boy oh boy, I guess I had it coming....
You see, in the past when we couldn't "talk" with each other, I'd write letters and he'd read them. Only this time, with the most important letter I'd ever written after a blow-up, he didn't read it!
Here I was, thinking that he was mad and upset that I'd finally told him he'd have to decide if he still wanted to be a member of this family or not. No, actually, he was just acting like more of a grunting neanderthal than usual. When I finally asked him what was wrong, he said "you all annoy me. Every [bleeping] one of you annoys the [bleep] out of me.
From there, the "conversation", such as it was, went absolutely nowhere. He flatly stated that:
<ul>[*]he was a pothead, deal with it [*]he was a 'smart' pothead, and could take care of himself without our help [*]the entire family annoys him like an ex girlfirend that won't go away [*]we're psycho, obsessive parents who are so far out of the "mainstream" of normal that we might as well be from mars [*] he'll change when he's damm well ready, and not before, and all our "pushing" only makes it more likely he WON'T change [*] no more talking. Take it or leave it. [/list]
So, all my carefully crafted attempts to set up a workable discussion was just farting in a hurricane. He's basically left it at open warfare. I didn't want it to come to this, but I guess it's about time to face the fact that he's not going to budge.
He has no remorse for how he treated his mother this weekend. He has no empathy for the fact that the rest of the family is tired of dealing with his drama. He has no concern for the situation because he can "take care of himself". All he wants is to be left alone to do as he pleases...
He actually had the audacity to suggest that we let him move in with the stoner family in the next neighborhood over (where he used to go an cook up his hash oil). I said "will they pay for your food, clothes, and medical insurance, since they're going to be your new guardians?" "Uh, no, I'd buy my own clothes, but if I stay home you have to pay for my food and insuraance, so what's the difference? I'd come over to eat and stay on your policy, but live over at "pothead paradise" (my words, not his).
PUHLEEEZE :hammer:
I couldn't even voice an answer to that, but he could see it in my face. It only got better from there.
Me: "Okay, if that's the way you want it, get your thoughts together and this Saturday we'll discuss your future living arrangements".
Pothead: "Are you kicking me out?"
Me: "Nope. Just going to change some things"
Pothead: "Then, do I get to do what I want and you leave me alone?"
Me: "Nope. You don't care what we think or feel, so I don't feel obligated to providing you with the easy, suburban, spoiled lazy white-boy lifestyle you've become accustomed to."
Pothead: "Hunh?"
Me: "Families compromise. They give to get. They sacrifice for others, so the others will then sacrifice for them. You don't want to sacrifice, so I don't feel the need to sacrifice either".
Pothead: "Hunh"
Me: "Think of all the things you have that you take for granted. Start with this filthy room, and continue down to MY fridge that you raid without a second thought. Think of everything we work our rear ends off to give you, and decide what you think you can do without".
Pothead: "You kicking me out?"
Me: "No. Just changing some things. Looks like we have a strange new tennant moving in, and I just want to make sure the rest of the family is taken care of and protected from this jerk".
Then I leave, with a parting reminder to be ready to discuss this on Saturday.
Geez. Don't know how this ended up this way, or where it will go, but I'm truly at the end of my rope. He's not an "addict", but he said with a straight face that "pot was one of the most important things in his life - more important than me or his mom.
"OK", sez me. "Keep that in mind on Saturday when we're talking about your future living arrangements".
Sober for 15+ years, but after that I could sure use a stiff one.
Mikey