Well, I figured it was too good to last. In this thread, I related the tale of my stepson and how his mother refuses to see reality.
He started his new school and things seemed to be going okay.
Until last Friday night.
She gets a call from his friend about 10:45pm saying that he thinks he saw the stepson getting pulled over by the police about a half-block down from his (the friend’s) house. Fifteen minutes later, she gets a call from the police saying they had pulled the stepson over for doing 70 (yes, 70) miles per hour in a residential zone. Oh, yeah, he was stinking drunk. He ended up pulling a .114 on the breathalyzer. Oh, yeah, did I mention the open fifth of vodka in his truck that he got someone to buy for him?
.114 - I’ll let you think about that for a minute.
She went to pick him up from the police station and I ended up driving his POS truck home. We were discussing what to do about this until his court case comes up (which will be AFTER the original case) and we agreed that he would only be allowed to drive to school and back (unfortunately, there is no option for this since neither of us can do it).
Well, he didn’t have school today (some sort of holiday). I get home from work and guess who isn’t here?
She allowed him to go to THE SAME FRIEND’S HOUSE where he was headed last Friday.
I was already in a bad mood from work (coming soon to a thread near you), so this wasn’t the way to end they workday, lemme tell you.
After much slamming of things, I asked why she did it. She said she just changed her mind. I reminded her of our agreement, but she tried turn it into a “I ordered her to agree” thing.
You know what?
Fuck it.
It’s apparently going to take his death or killing of some innocent bystander to wake her up.
I’m done on the matter and told her as much. I told her to never mention his name to me again. I do not care one iota what happens to him from this point on.
She’s going to have to do it all since she’s bound and determined to do it anyway.
And before you suggest counseling, I brought it up and, based on the look she gave me, I had to look in a mirror to make sure I had sprouted a third eye on a stalk.
And before you suggest it, leaving is not a financial option.