Well...it went from bad to worse...then worse than that.
He was so out of control and screaming and such that Jabber told him to leave the house and calm down or he'd call the cops to make him leave. Apparently he thought Jabber was headed for the phone because he shoved past him and Jabber - 25 years with department of corrections - reacted and grabbed him. It got somewhat physical (not a fist fight or anything - shoving) and in the end the cops were called. The idea was just to get him out of the house. Unfortunately, the old shoplifting charge that we thought he'd slipped thru the cracks on - hadn't slipped at all. He had two warrants, one for not paying the court costs, one for not doing community service. I arrived home to see him in handcuffs.
Jabber was so upset - I've never seen him so upset. My son, of course, was angry and crying. He asked me to bail him out. We always said we'd never bail him out...but after talking about it, we did. If he'd just been pulled over or something, we wouldn't have. But given that Jabber was the one who called the police...and he never intended to press any charges, never intended an arrest, he just wanted him to be made to leave and calm down...well that was different.
So bail is posted. Jabber and I are home. I dropped the son off with friends. He was told he could come home, or not, as he wished. I let Jabber make the call on whether we put him out. He chose to let him stay, on (my) condition - that he NOT be bringing this up and sniping about it. He got a bit of a lecture from me...mostly about how it is NOT all his dad's fault. All he had to do was leave the house and CALM the hell DOWN.
It was over nothing. It was over him wanting a ride and Jabber saying no. So he walked the 1/2 mile to the bus stop in the rain, realized he left his money, called Jabber screaming about it, got hung up on because we just won't be yelled at, and came home in the rain still in full-bore tantrum. I have no idea why it set him off so much. He'd called me screaming about it...how no one would help him when all he wanted was a ride, etc. It was...bizarre. He got paid from that little 3 day job he quit and should have been in a good mood. \
And there were no mood-altering substances involved. He'd gotten a pack of cigarettes, but otherwise had not spent any of his pay that deposited at midnight. He hadn't gone anywhere.
He hasn't had a melt-down since the day he moved in and we told him we wouldn't put up with them. By rights, we should have kicked him out today. It was his first question when he got in the car. I made sure I let him know the only reason he wasn't was because his dad said to let him stay.
We did contact the landlord. She thinks the apartment will be ready June 1, if the city inspections go okay. Not soon enough for us. Too soon for him. Too bad. I told him that he has until then to be ready, so he best keep his money and quit spending it on beer and other nonsense. He was also told that we won't have him bringing liquor into the house anymore. It seems a bit hypocritical, we have wine in the house after all, but the fact is, it bothers me and if there was no other reason, he needs to save every penny anyway.
I wish I understood what happened today. I don't know what set him off other than he was wet and cold and pissed off and just flipped out like he does. I can't get over the fact he did it to Jabber! He knows his dad won't put up with his shouting and crap the way I do.
So now he has court June 15. Maybe he'll go to jail...all because he didn't do the freaking community service I had all worked out for him a year ago. I'm just...exhausted and numb.