Thanks, PonyGirl. I really appreciate the perspective you give. I can only hope that wife sees things the way that you do. One thing, though, re: <div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body">DON'T GO OUT LOOKING FOR HIM ANYMORE AFTER CURFEW!!!! DON'T CALL REPEATEDLY ANYMORE!!! Stop doing that to yourself. If real physical harm does come to your son, it is NOT going to be YOUR FAULT no matter what you do or don't do.</div></div>
I don't go looking for him very often any more. And when I do, it's never out of worry or fear. Now, I go looking for him out of anger and frustration. If he's lying (like whenever his mouth is moving), and he's acting like a disrespectful little twerp on the phone, then I go looking for him to give proof to the fact that he's lying.
I'm just slightly ashamed to admit it, but I do it to satisfy (or maybe justify?) my anger and resentment towards him. As I've said before, there is always that little voice in my head whispering that I'm going overboard and overreacting. However, when I expose the lie and uncover the truth, now it's more about telling that little voice to shut the heck up, thereby making myself feel better.
Oh, and it doesn't hurt that it helps blow his silly excuees out of the water. Like last night, when I grounded him, he had nary a leg to stand on and argue. Give him a single crack, one hint of daylight, and he'll argue until he wears you down into pulverized sand. If I anticipate an argument, these days I prepare for the battle before it begins. It's the only chance I have to start and end an argument without McWeedy's endless repititions of "Why", "That's Stupid", and my personal favorite, "That's so gay".
But I haven't gone looking for him out of fear for over six months. It used to be that the thought of him running away would reduce me to tears. Now, the thought of him leaving is almost a happy one. That, too, is something I'm almost ashamed to admit.
The calls are pretty much for the same reason. I don't call any more unless I have to. And when I know that his phone works, and that he's taking/making calls to/from his friends, and know he's deliberately ignoring my calls, it's almost like he's flipping me off six inches from my nose.
:grrr: :grrr:
Being the brutish, mostly Italian male that I am (with some Irish and Cajun as well), to me that's a deliberate F YOU. Performed against me on a phone I helped him get. Sorry, but all that testosterone and the excess of Type-A personality genes sometimes gets the best of me, so I phone-bomb him or threaten to cut off service when he does that. But I don't do it out of panic or fear, or a need to hear his voice and know he's okay. It's simple anger and frustration, nothing more.
Guess it comes down to the fact that a gorilla's got to do what a gorilla's got to do. Nothing more.
Mikey