As most CD/PE houses are aware from time to time there WILL be confrontations with your adult children. While I hate the word adult children thinking it somewhat of an oxymoron our progeny chose to attempt to engage us in a one sided 3 hour battle of push the parent last night. I was willing to listen/ignore. Then he crossed the line threatened, and that was his last chance. If he threatened again? I'd call 911, get the sheriff out here - and he could go where ever he liked, but he would NOT live here. DF stepped out of the kitchen and backed me up. At that point Mr. Mouth springs to life, grabs the phone and yells "CALL THEM, CALL THEM MOM...you know you want to, and I don't care." Then he picked up the phone, with it off, dialed the 9-1-1 very dramatically and tossed the phone on the coffee table, then threatened to throw a hammer through the TV set, told Pootie she was a weirdo, screamed at the other dogs, stomped through the house, yelled at DF some unintelligible blubberings, slammed the door and went to his bed. I left for the grocery store to pick up a few things, and when I got back? DF said "You miss all the fun, we had a very large, cop here while you were gone. Apparently our genius son dialed 911, hung up and it caused a police officer to show up and just so he could be sure since Dude has been in crisis before he had to walk in every room, I had to unlock every door, I had to explain WHY we had to lock every door, and once he looked around the outside and I played usher the dogs here, and there? He left. How fun was that?" AND OF COURSE....the one day out of six months that DUde has lived with us the pig sty that used to be my beautiful living room was actually cleaned with all his laundry and garbage, plates, cups, trash picked up so even if we had said "LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES?" it just made us look like liars. I literally just stood in the kitchen and looked at Dude...and said YOU BIG DUMMY....even when we don't call the police you call them on yourself. After enduring his bull for 3 hours? He found someone to loan him the money for a train ticket. His ex girlfriends father. OMG. Are you serious!? Then he was all smiles, and kisses, literally skipping around. Hugging us. I told him to leave me alone, I couldn't deal with him and his mood swings. He said "Do you think I'm Bi-Polar?" I said "No, I do not. I think you are BI-(lastname) jerk. Who is so much like his biofather who also would intimidate, manipulate, beat, threaten, cry, say anything to get what he wanted to get people to do what he wanted, act crazy, act sad, be mean, use his size and strength to beat people to submission - and when they did what he wanted? He was all huggy and kissy just like you. Difference is I left that behavior once....and I see it happening in you and I won't have a problem leaving that behavior again. It's cruel, it makes people crazy and I have no desire to attend 12 more years of therapy. It works sure, but you loose loyal people along the way that love you. You just have to decide if it's worth it. So far? I guess you think it is because you're this close to loosing your Mom for good, I won't live like this." This morning? He gets to work and finds out that they will need him through next week. Idiot me helped him go to work with another crew since the new boss he was with seems to have developed...a bad habit. Well now that's the note he had left on my desk to book his ticket to FL (you know to go down there to FL and work) he crumpled up and threw at me. I needed his ID, and when I asked for it he threw THAT at me too. So I threw it out in the conference room. When the boss wanted to know what it was doing out there? I said "Oh there's your ID DUDE.....he lost it on the way to my office." When he went out and picked it up? He walked back in and handed it to me. THen said "Thanks...A LOT for screwing up my trip." I kept thinking what's the difference if you work here....or there? Hmmmm further investigation shows there is a HUGE "redneck flotilla" party this weekend and he wanted to go. Awwww. Sheesh We're barely paying the bills because of the added expense of him....and he's trotting off to go play in the mud? EVERYONE ALL TOGETHER NOW..... AWWWWWWWWW. So that explains all the intimidation and 3 hour tour to Gilligans Island last night. He figured if he kept it up we'd break down and say "Just let him goooooo...OMG get him out of here." and hand him the money. Yeah...not gonna happen. When he offered to crush his car to get the money? OMG I nearly spit water out of my nose. Wow what a drama queen. Wonder how many times you can call 911 before they lock you up. (insert evil grin) Now I know what John Wayne meant in those cowboy movies when he said "Yer days are numbered pilgrim." He's $185 dollars away from paying his probation officer from doing paperwork to transfer him? I'm going to make SURE he gets no check this week and they roll it into next weeks check and when that's $200.....that should give him the money he needs to take to her and get out of here. Then he CAN crush his car....take that for a train ticket, pack his bags and GO.