I had no idea how right I was to contact his parole officer that day.
On thanksgiving, I brought him to my house for dinner. Fortunately only a few family members were there. He was confused, weak and extremely paranoid. I tried to keep him calm and distracted with tv but he was all over the place.
At a certain point he approached my boyfriend and kind of shouldered him. boyfriend laughed but I recognized the aggression immediately and got my purse to take him home. Anyway, without continuing the play-by-play, son eventually pulled out a knife on us (one of my butcher knives that he'd hidden up his sleeve). We locked him out of the house and called the police.
Still had a lovely dinner but yeah....he's back in jail now. I haven't heard from him, which is perfectly fine for now. I have no idea what will come next, but I sincerely hope he stays where he is. The drug use is undeniable, of course, but I'm seeing pretty clear evidence of mental illness as well. His uncle on my ex's side is schizophrenic, which is hereditary I believe. I'm sad, angry, and very much dread what may be a very long road. For now, he's where he needs to be.
