My son has been staying at a girl’s house for the last week or so, after we told him he could no longer stay here. He did manage to find a job a couple of days ago. Unfortunately, when he came home the first day from that job, the apartment manager told him he could no longer stay with his girlfriend, because he wasn’t on the lease. He called me that night, explaining what happened, and asked me if he could stay at the house until he could get it straightened out. I reluctantly said yes.
The next morning, I woke him up for work. He griped and moaned and said he’d get up in a minute. I went back 10 minutes later and told him the time. He griped louder. At 7:00 a.m. I told him the time and said if he didn’t get up right then he would be late for work. Well, he got up about 10 minutes later, pissed off at me because I wouldn’t leave him alone. Because he was late, I made his lunch, and some breakfast tacos to take in the car with him. No thank you, of course.
That afternoon, I went and bought him 4 pairs of pants for work, and some shoes. I also bought some bread, lunch meat, peanut butter, jelly, crackers, cookies, and a case of water for his lunches. Last week I bought him a new pair of tennis shoes.
I woke him up this morning at 6:30 a.m. He wasn’t happy about it - said he was going to sleep 15 more minutes. I reminded him that today I would not be making his lunch or his breakfast, so he’d better allow enough time for that. At 7:00 p.m. I went back in and told him the time. He cussed at me. I told him that I didn’t want him to lose his job. He lay there griping and cussing. I told him that I wasn’t going to listen to his mouth, and if he didn’t get up he would be jobless and homeless.
Now we really didn’t want him to lose his job, because that would put him in an even worse position for finding somewhere to live besides our house. He couldn’t be added to the lease at his girlfriend’s house, because of his police record. Walt went in and told him to get up now, and go to work. He cussed Walt out, got up, and stalked around the house cussing and calling us “mf’ers that can’t leave somebody alone“. This went on the whole time he was getting ready. Walt got pissed and told him that when he got home from work, he could come here and get his clothes and go. He wasn’t staying at the house tonight. He told him that we were just trying to help him, we’d done a lot for him, he was ungrateful, and that I didn’t deserve to be talked to in the manner that he talked to me.
He stormed out the front door, furious and cussing us out where all of the neighbors could hear. The mayor of West Columbia lives right across the street from us. There are several elderly neighbors that have known my family all of my life. It is so embarrassing to me for him to do this, and it’s certainly not the first time he has. As he passed our car, where Brianna was sitting waiting to leave for school, he pointed at her and started cussing her out. He got in his piece of crap car and floored it. We live on a corner lot. As he approached the corner, he floored it and flew into the turn. His tail end swung around and his car spun twice in the middle of the turn. The culvert that runs under the road is pretty large, and the drop off is about 4 feet. Somehow he managed to keep his car from flying off of the culvert. He then floored it and headed off in the opposite direction going about 50 mph on a neighborhood street.
So - our neighbors got quite a show. We were embarrassed and upset. Brianna was crying. I stood there thinking, “Where did I go wrong? What is wrong with this child? I don’t deserve this. “ I truly wished that he would have run off of the culvert so his car would have been un-drivable. It seemed that there should have been some kind of consequence for his horrible behavior. But that would have just caused him to stick around longer. I guess being told to not come back was just consequence.
After I comforted Brianna, and told her goodbye, I went back inside the house. I fully expected to get a phone call telling me my son had been in an accident. I didn’t hear anything, and he didn’t come by this evening to get his stuff. So I don’t know where he is, or who he’s staying with. I absolutely can’t let him come back here. None of us deserve to be spoken to the way he did, especially Brianna. The house has been so peaceful since he’s been staying with his girlfriend. 2 days back at our house, and it was full of turmoil. NO THANKS! I just can’t do that anymore.
