Well, I guess it's put up or shut up time. This is the second Friday in a row that McW has decided to go on walkabout and disappear. This time, we took his car away, but no matter. One of the Pothead Posse stepped up to give a 'bro a ride.....
McWeedy was warned that the only thing keeping him in the house was the protection of his mother. Well, it was wife's birthday on Wednesday, and we were to celebrate it tomorrow. I asked (begged) him to not ruin it; if he didn't want to go out, okay, but could he PLEASE try to not cause problems this weekend?
But no, he had to go and step out for the night. He lied to our face last weekend that he was going to an "18 to enter, 21 to drink" club, and would be home by 12. Didn't show up till Saturday evening. Lost his car and phone for nearly a week. He just got them back, and pulled this stunt
The only difference is, this time wife texted him and said "If you don't come home tonight, I don't think you'll have a home to come back to".
My guess is he's tying one on for a second Friday in a row, and knows that the drug tests will only show hot for booze within 12 hours of consumption. He's playing craps that he won't get tested tomorrow. I could be wrong, but my Spidey-sense says I'm pretty close to the truth; its either booze, or some exotic drug he thinks won't show up on a drug screening. But, whatever it is, he's concocting stories that would make Walt Disney seem like an intern.
Here's a laugher (laughing to not cry, is more like it). Supposedly, McWeedy was going out to dinner with his girlfriend. We told him he had to bring the car home, and his Mom asked him to come home after dinner. As if by magic, his car shows up out front, but McW never pops his head in. Doesn't answer his phone, either. The night has swallowed him again. I finally had enough and drove over to Weedette's house. She was there, and said that she hadn't seen McW all day.
Now, here's the kicker. I was so angry I started calling every friend and phone number I had for him from his cell phone bills. I finally found him, and asked if he enjoyed dinner. "Yep". "Funny", I said, "your girlfriend said she hasn't seen you all day"..
Pregnant pause, followed by "Yes she did. I don't know what she's talking about". So, now, McW's stooped to calling his own girlfriend a liar to enable his "Friday night free-flights". This time, though, he may end up flying out the door.
I should be happy. This is what I want. This is what McWeedy NEEDS. This is what the rest of my kids need. But my heart is breaking for wife. She's tried so hard. GOD how she's tried. To see her finally defeated is killing me. All this on her birthday (the big four-oh). And, to top it off, the docs still don't know what's causing her nearly constant joint pain (Percocet and Lortab barely make a dent in it any more), and we JUST ruled out bone cancer on Wednesday.
Happy birthday, wife, you don't have cancer
So, depending on how wife plays it, McW may be packing this weekend. We're supposed to take wife out for her birthday dinner tomorrow night, and celebrate aftewards with a Cold Stone cake. Instead, McButtHead is going to flush the whole thing in the toilet and finally force wife's hand. It's going to kill her, but if she's ready it has to be done. He was warned...
But it's going to hurt me to watch her do it, knowing what she's going through in other areas of her life right now.
But, to rant for a moment, why do difficult child's pick the absolute
worst times to act out? If he'd tried, he couldn't have picked a more painful way to hurt the one person still fighting for him in the family. He couldn't have picked a worse time to completely derail so many positive things happening for him in his life. He's an addict, but can he really be that
stupid?
I just don't understand.
He has no money, and agreed to be "a good boy" if we'd pay the diversion fees, drug test fees, and substance abuse therapy fees mandated by the court. Less than a month into it, he's already pushed me to telling him to find his own way to pay for this stuff (on top of his other bills). He's ticking off the people that can pay the money to keep him on diversion and
out of jail.
I just don't understand...
He just started college part-time this month, and his first essay in English was turned in earlier than the rest of the class - and drew RAVE reviews from his teacher. She even pulled him aside to tell him what a wonderful writer he is, and that he has a natural gift. But he's going to flush that down the tube by alienating himself from the only means he has of paying for college.
I just don't understand.
He's scheduled to have his artwork on display (and on sale) at the local Starbucks in my office park. It'll be up for a month, and you have to get on a waiting list
after they decide they want your work. But, that'll go up in smoke too when he gets the boot because he can't pay for the fraiming Starbucks requires for a display. He's throwing it away, and
I just don't understand.
His Graphic Design teacher fought like a fury to make the HS take him back for his final semester. It's an advanced program (like a magnet school), and she said that he's good enough to graduate with an endorsement in Graphic Design on his transcript. He'd be the fourth person to get the endorsement since the program started, and it's significantly harder to get than the more general Technology endorsement (which is what everyone else gets). He's good enough to get this, despite starting the program a year late, and being expelled from school for the final 6 weeks of the previous semester. All that talent, and a teacher willing to fight for him so he can get an extremly difficult endorsment - and he's tossing it in the toilet;
Why? I just can't understand why.
Despite being on diversion, he seemed to finally make the turn. Guess I was wrong. For all the good things happening to him and for him, he succumbs to the seemingly uncontrollable urge to hang himself. What's the saying?
A lemming never met a cliff it didn't want to jump from? I've known it was coming, could see the train wreck happening in slow motion, but it's still hard to watch - and even harder to watch wife's pain as a result.
It's all I can do to not toss him on his duff with an
o soto gari when he struts home, and then choke his skinny butt till he's out cold. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there's a part of me that wants to inflict pain on this child of mine - I'm ashamed to admit that for all my wonderful talk of forgiveness, when this happens all my good karma goes into hibernation and the dark side takes over.
As much as wife feels the need to protect McW from me, I feel the even stronger need to protect her from
him! I want him to feel a consequence that he truly fears and understands.
No, I won't do it, but I feel the need to "confess" the strong desire to visit harm apon him for his actions. I'll find some other way to get the venom out of my system.
So, there's the update. Right now it's wife's call what happens.
And just like an NFL instant replay, McW calls as I'm writing this. He's outside calling because the door is locked, it's cold, and he wants in. I ask why I should let him in.
I dunno.. After making him sweat, I open the door, read him the riot act, and then let him know he's probably going to have to pack tomorrow if wife gives the nod. Stinks like cigs, but I can't tell if he's drunk or stoned.
No, I didn't assault him (although it was mighty tough to hold back). I sent him on his way to bed because I felt wife will have enough to deal with tomorrow, without having to bail me out of jail as well.
I guess I'll just have to see what the morning brings, and find some kind of way to keep wife's birthday from being any worse than it already is.
Mikey
