To let you know,
our son told me he was not taking his Rx because he didn't like how it made him feel, I accept and understand that.
I was done trying. Simply that. I made it clear that he had to wake up, jump out of bed, work a full day, find a job, or I was putting him out and I don't give a damn for his consequences. I told him that if he wants to go commit suicide, to go do it, hang himself, drive into a canal,use a gun, fine with me, and that there is nothing I can't take except watching him continue as he has been doing.
I also said, and meant, that anybody who does not value life enough or is too stupid to treasure every breath they take, should go die and the sooner the better because they don't deserve the precious gift of life. To me, its a case of good riddance of stupid rubbish and we are over populated anyway.
I also said that if he wants a war, he came to the right mother for it, that I no longer trust him and that I shall never in my life forgive nor forget that he told me to shut up. He lost me with that.
Since that next day, Andrew has been working, been polite and tried to make up with a plate of bacon he cooked for me, ( no I did not eat it ) but I sent him to the store for tomatoes, and fresh lettuce. I called him to wake up and he didn't get up so I got a large glass full of crushed ice and water and threw it on his head. I told him that I would never call him more than once . Since that day he jumps out of bed when I call him in the morning.
He went to register for Miami Dade College GED class to start at the end of the month when his brother leaves back to his base so it seems that he does not want to be put out and go to the homeless shelter after all. I would send him to the Peace Corps, if I could, to get into the real world. I think its way past time for me to continue to be worried about anybody else, had enough of that for my lifetime, now, its time for them to worry about me for a change. I have been pushed to the point in my lift that I find I really don't care which way it goes, only that it goes.
Yesterday he came to tell me that he got all of the leaves off the front yard, and cleaned outside, that he was sort of ''proud'' because it actually looks really nice.
In the days before all these wonderful drugs we are doping our kids with, they either worked or they didn't eat. I prefer to keep it that simple. No more pizza, no money in his bank account, no gas card for his car, and you get the idea. The truth is, surprisingly to me too, I actually don't care if he leaves or stays but I will not permit him to stay without earning his keep. He's a smart kid, I think he knows , I have played enough games, now, game over.
I feel at peace more than in so long, I am not drinking any more, and I sleep at night without it. I am doing what I really want to do finally about this, what I know needs to be done.