The Son is NOT happy about renting the house. We had to be out by June 1 and he was extremely angry I "rented it without consulting him". He felt betrayed as I always talked to him about such things. The house was for sale so I didn't equate it to anything different. He wanted him and his buddies to rent. HELL NO! I told him there is no way that would happen. He can't keep his room clean and stop punching walls. That house would be worthless in months. He blew up, etc. Screaming. Two more holes in walls and me on the ground.
He moved out, a week or so before the end of school. He wouldn't let me find a place for him to live. He is in an apt. with his friend and I pay for the cost so he can get used to being on his own for the 8 weeks until he goes to college in August.
I moved everything out of the house. The Son is being a disrespectful jerk. He didn't help move anything other than what he took to that apt. I had Roger, a friend of mine and a car mentor to Morgan help as Roger had a car and multiple other things in the garages as well. May 31 we finished the move. I was helping the new tenants move some things in (they are friends). The brother of the tenants and I were unloading a truck when the Son showed up. Tangent time... Roger said he had s/w the Son and told him off. Basically he came over to jump at me because he got made to feel bad. Transference. Kid gets in trouble and comes home to kick the dog. I'm jut the dog. He began screaming at me as the car of Roger's was still in the driveway (he was trying to get it towed out). The Son is upset as it may begin to hail and it would be on the car. Then he is screaming at the brother of the tenant to go in the house, none of his business. I was trying to keep the Son out of the house. He punched dents into the truck I had borrowed from my mother, kicked planters next to the garage shattering them. He took a fuse out of the truck to disable and got in his car and screamed out of the drive... He came back. He continued. I called the police and told him his behavior was unacceptable and he said fine he would wait for them. Then I informed him he would need to contact his dad to get him out as I was not going to. He did.
While we were waiting, more yelling and screaming broke out. I told him he was being a jerk and no wonder he had so many issues with his GF. Then he lost it. Had grabbed my arms and had me on the ground. The brother of the tenant came outside and got him off of me and they rolled and the Son pinned him (the Son was a wrestler). I finally got the Son to get off of him and then the cops showed up.
They took pics of my wrist where I was grabbed, (two veins had blown) and they took the Son to juvie. Friday I received a call from the local hospital. Apparently the Son was complaining of some pain and I gave consent to treat and insurance information. Then I received a call from probation. As the Son and I do not live together, they were going to shelve his time. I consented to allowing his father to pick him up. They were going to release on Monday but I asked for late Saturday as the Son's graduation was on Sunday. They consented.
The Son would not speak to me the date of graduation. I was hassled earlier in the day by his father wanting the name of the tenant's brother as he said, "the Son's face and neck are fucked up and someone needs to answer for that". His father also said, "the brother 'attacked a 17 year old boy.....'".
Really? Number one, there would have been no need for any other involvement if the Son didn't attack me. And since when is 8 weeks or so shy of 18 a "boy"? The Son is full grown and the brother was doing the right thing. I never did get an answer from the dad when I asked if the "right" thing to do was to watch me potentially be harmed even further. After the display on the vehicle and the rage he was displaying, I was lucky to have the brother there.
The Son is still really crappy to me the time or two I have seen him. Like I owe him an apology. I have given that child everything and this is what I get and how I'm treated.
I am still going to put him through school. He needs an education if he is to support himself. I'll be able to sleep at night knowing I have done my best to raise him.
The good news is I leave for Florida for good on Sunday 17th. I took my car down a few weeks ago and flew back and am using my mom's truck until I leave. Work is going to be absolutely crazy next week but it will end on a great note.
I hope the Son seeks help. I have tried for years to no avail. He will be 18 at the end of August and then he goes to big boy jail if he cannot control himself.
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Okay, that was a downer, moving on...
So, in preparation for my departure, I have been trying to wrap things up. I have gotten the Son his own car insurance policy because I cannot carry him if we are not in the same household. I made a MD appointment and got new prescriptions, blood work, etc. so I will have everything in order and can take my time finding a new physician. I have a dental appointment on Monday for a cleaning which will get my by 6 months until I can find a new dentist. I went for a color and cut yesterday so I can go another 8 weeks before worrying about finding a hairdresser. I tried something new. I colored my hair a bit closer to the roots. Tangent time... When I was about 30, my hair color began to change. I always loved my auburn hair but it began growing out this disgusting dull ashy brown. I HATE IT!! If my hair was still the right color I could live with the grays I have but this brown is disgusting. I was blonde for several years as no one could get it the right shade of red. I found someone who came close and have been doing the red for a few years. With the prospect of having to find someone new, I thought if I went to a rich brown with some warmth, I could have enough time to find the right person to do my hair. So, that is what I went with. It's early morning and I look horrible but here it is:
I like it but I like red better. I don't know if I can leave it this way but we will see. I don't think CC will like it as much as he does red. I told him he will just get to feel like he is getting some "strange" when I come home on Sunday. LOL! Seriously though, I am considering telling my hairdresser she will just need to fly to Florida every couple of months. It has been a real bummer thinking of finding new doctors, etc. The doctor I have here is great. Their office is so efficient and she doesn't rush you and is very caring. I have been going to the same dentist office for about 16 years. they are on the other side of Louisville but as you only HAVE to go every six months, I just make the drive because they are so great. I just explained earlier about the hair so it's been kinda a sad prospect of finding great people all over. Heck, the local gas station makes sure there is a fresh pot of dark bold coffee waiting for me when I arrive in the mornings. I have known those people forever too.
Don't get me wrong, I cannot WAIT to be with CC and begin our lives together in Clearwater. I just never realized how even the small things like morning coffee can mean so much and be such a change. Change is good and I definitely need it. It's scary and exciting all at the same time. Peppered with the sadness you feel about the wonderful people you leave behind. My move to Indiana was due to cost of housing and good schools but somewhere along the line it became my home too, just like Louisville and it has taken me leaving to realize it.
I guess I should wrap this up. Stay tuned for the new adventures of KitKat and CC!!
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