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just threw my 16-yr-old difficult child & friends out for smoking weed at my house...
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<blockquote data-quote="recovering doormat" data-source="post: 276937" data-attributes="member: 5941"><p>I know, jbrain, they just look you right in the eye and lie like a rug. </p><p> </p><p>Last June, my daughter graduated from high school (therapeutic day school) and she invited a few girls from teh school to a home graduation party that was mostly relatives, including relatives who came some distance just to be with us. How did she show her appreciation for me killing myself to give her a nice party? By allowing one girl to smuggle in a bottle of rum and share it with another girl, both on psychiatric medication, to the point that they were fall down throw up drunk. That ended the party and instead of getting to relax and enjoy the end of the party with my brothers and their wives, etc., I was holding first one, then the other's heads above the toilet, while my mom and sisters in law were doing dishes and another brother hosing down the vomit on my front stairs. My difficult child 1 knew these girls were drinking and did nothing to stop it, instead, she ran into my room and threw herself on the bed, sulking. I had to phone two sets of paretns and have them come and get their daughters. Thank God they didn't think I provided the booze, but it could have ended so much worse (one girl was on five different psychiatric medications, and wasn't even a drinker...) I was beyond furious.</p><p> </p><p>It got worse. Forty-five minutes after the last guest left,glaring at my daughter for abdicating her responsibility, I dropped into bed exhausted. Not long after I smell something odd, like smoke or something burning. First thought was my two oldest kids had decided to make a fire in the firepit with damp branches and someone would be calling the fire dept. any minute. But the downstairs was dark and no one was outside. Myson's first floor bedroom door was locked. I got a credit card and opened it, and teh room was blue with smoke. Older daughter was passed out on a couch next to some teenage boy I'd never met before. difficult child 2 was completely stoned and tried to push me out of his room, telling me all the while that no one was smoking. I called their dad to come and get them, when I went back to son's room, strange boy was gone (never did find out his name but I learned later he belonged to an Albanian youth gang that specialized in drug sales). I was almost in orbit, I was so furious. To bring a stranger into my house to do drugs while I'lm sleeping int he room above? Is that chutzpah or what?</p><p> </p><p>When it was time for difficult child 2 to go to a diagnostic program, my brother told me to mentally picture that night and remember how I felt when I opened the door to my son's room and couldn't see across for the smoke, and that he let a drug dealer into my house. And that my jewelry is missing. And that his druggie friends broke into my house while he was at the diagnostic place and stole his brand new computer -- he ended up getting the computer back but I had to fix my windows myself.</p><p> </p><p>Why is it that we are programmed to leap to comfort them when they are homesick or sad, but forget how they hurt us with their antisocial behavior?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="recovering doormat, post: 276937, member: 5941"] I know, jbrain, they just look you right in the eye and lie like a rug. Last June, my daughter graduated from high school (therapeutic day school) and she invited a few girls from teh school to a home graduation party that was mostly relatives, including relatives who came some distance just to be with us. How did she show her appreciation for me killing myself to give her a nice party? By allowing one girl to smuggle in a bottle of rum and share it with another girl, both on psychiatric medication, to the point that they were fall down throw up drunk. That ended the party and instead of getting to relax and enjoy the end of the party with my brothers and their wives, etc., I was holding first one, then the other's heads above the toilet, while my mom and sisters in law were doing dishes and another brother hosing down the vomit on my front stairs. My difficult child 1 knew these girls were drinking and did nothing to stop it, instead, she ran into my room and threw herself on the bed, sulking. I had to phone two sets of paretns and have them come and get their daughters. Thank God they didn't think I provided the booze, but it could have ended so much worse (one girl was on five different psychiatric medications, and wasn't even a drinker...) I was beyond furious. It got worse. Forty-five minutes after the last guest left,glaring at my daughter for abdicating her responsibility, I dropped into bed exhausted. Not long after I smell something odd, like smoke or something burning. First thought was my two oldest kids had decided to make a fire in the firepit with damp branches and someone would be calling the fire dept. any minute. But the downstairs was dark and no one was outside. Myson's first floor bedroom door was locked. I got a credit card and opened it, and teh room was blue with smoke. Older daughter was passed out on a couch next to some teenage boy I'd never met before. difficult child 2 was completely stoned and tried to push me out of his room, telling me all the while that no one was smoking. I called their dad to come and get them, when I went back to son's room, strange boy was gone (never did find out his name but I learned later he belonged to an Albanian youth gang that specialized in drug sales). I was almost in orbit, I was so furious. To bring a stranger into my house to do drugs while I'lm sleeping int he room above? Is that chutzpah or what? When it was time for difficult child 2 to go to a diagnostic program, my brother told me to mentally picture that night and remember how I felt when I opened the door to my son's room and couldn't see across for the smoke, and that he let a drug dealer into my house. And that my jewelry is missing. And that his druggie friends broke into my house while he was at the diagnostic place and stole his brand new computer -- he ended up getting the computer back but I had to fix my windows myself. Why is it that we are programmed to leap to comfort them when they are homesick or sad, but forget how they hurt us with their antisocial behavior? [/QUOTE]
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