Thank you all.
He is back.
He stayed with his ex-girlfriend and her mother. That won't happen much anymore, as they are losing the house. And it's not up to code, so I have no idea how she will sell it to one of those 1-800-webuyuglyhouses places like she planned.
I picked him up last night after husband and I had gone to an art opening. It was on OUR time. And it was still early enough in the evening that we weren't totally exhausted. (Around 9 p.m.)
difficult child took a clonidine and paced a bit, and then sat down at the table and words came gushing out of his mouth.
He apologized to husband for swearing and bringing bad friends to the house. He told us both tons of stories about these "friends" who are both about to go to jail. (I think that's one of the reasons he came home ... they got in too deep for him. And he figured out that they didn't hang out with-him much any more since he didn't have a car. Ya think?)
He said that we should not bother testing him for pot, because he had smoked it 2 nights before at another friend's house (these friends are everywhere!) and he said it was the wrong thing to do and he sat there and wondered why he was going down that path again. He said he didn't pay for it because the person had given him weed before when he had actually paid for it, and he did not receive the full amount of weed. So this was sort of a pay-back.
He also apologized for being so rude and irresponsible for the past several months, and said he realized how awful he'd been. (Can't recall the wording but that sums it up.)
So, for whatever reason, the idea hit him that this was a bad path. And he needed our help.
At that point, he was being a little too confessional and introspective, and I couldn't help it. I said, "You had a bad trip."
He said, "No, I have a conscience."
I said, "Bad trip."
husband said, "Enough!"
We both told him, nicely, that it was going to take a LONG time to trust him again and that he should not expect anything in the mean time. No phone, nothing. (Phone is moot because he's got ex-girlfriend's, but if she moves, she'll take the phone with her and I know he has considered that.)
We told him we were angry about having to lock all the doors in our house, and that we would continue to lock them as long as he lives with us. He said that he understood.
I asked him how we were supposed to help him when he yelled at us for just speaking. He said he didn't know. But he knew he needed help and couldn't go through all this struggle alone.
It was a long discussion. Almost an hour. Neither husband nor difficult child lost his temper. Voice modulation was good.
He carried and dispersed 2-50-lb bags of dirt for me last night, just after the sun set, at the beginning of a thunderstorm, because I wanted it done NOW. (Usually, he's the one who plays that card. But I also knew that the dirt would be way too heavy after the rain.)
This morning he made bacon, eggs and juice for me and his ex-girlfriend, and rinsed the dishes. He emptied the dishwasher.
Oh, and a couple of days ago, I purchased him a grocery store gift card for $25. I noticed that the only items on my credit and debit cards were for food. Instead of expensive junk food, I figured I would control the expenditures. (Yes, the credit cards are reissued and have not yet arrived.) Plus, staying at ex-girlfriend's house, he would be eating their food, and they have no money, so it was sort of for them. husband was ticked. But that was one of the things that made difficult child come home. Also, he used most of the grocery store card on his ex-girlfriend for food and drink. She passed out and hit her head the other day and spent the morning in the hospital. It never occurred to her mom to sit there and WATCH her eat and drink, which is what difficult child is doing. He goes there twice a day.
She is very, very depressed. She spent part of spring break with her bio-dad in another city. He spent the entire time making her do chores, and berating her in a bad voice, things like, "You'll never place that baby for adoption. You don't have the guts. You never do anything you say you're going to do." This, from a man who bought himself a dog that he told her was HER birthday present--a breed she hates--chose a name she hates, and she only sees it once a month. The bio mom isn't much better, but at least when she found out that D was pregnant, she left the house because she didn't want to say anything mean to her.
difficult child is supposed to plant some things for me today because I have a pulled hamstring. Fingers crossed that he keeps up the good behavior.
School starts Monday.