It is so hard to find any rest at home. B turned 18 this Sunday and I did my best to bless him and make him feel important. We went out for breakfast and then did some grocery shopping and I got him some nice slippers from LL Bean.
He was completely unable to carry on even the simplest of conversations during breakfast. At the grocery store he vanished to go out and smoke. He showed up after I checked out and tried to butt in in front of the line, but I refused to agree.
He as a bit better at the clothing store and soon we came home. Within a few minutes he had reverted to his usual state of boredom, apathy, and moving around aimlessy. About the only thing he does is eat, lay around, and smoke.
He left in the evening, saying he was going to stay with a friend. I gave him some money and then went to help a friend with a car problem. When I returned home he was there, and the house reaked of cigarette smoke, again.
I only scolded him. Then I found a bag of pills, a joint, a bag of tobacco, papers, a bong made of an apple and became very angry. He will not change. He cannot change right now.
I am not going to back downa and live with this madness.
He spent most of the evening trying to annoy me. He does things like hold his Ipod headphone to my ear while I am on the computer or watching a football game. Of course it is irritating. I have the right to have a peaceful atmosphere in my own home.
I am an unwilling prisoner of his insanity. Now that he is 18 I can force him to move, which I will certainly do. Then I will move away to a place he will not want to be and I can be closer to work and have some rest. As it is, from early morning to late at night, he is acting out.
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