Unbelievable. difficult child called last night for only the third time since he's been in prison. After his second call, husband had sent money for difficult child's commissary account and we didn't hear from him for a while. Apparently the amount husband sent wasn't much since difficult child was already $40 in the hole. Hence last night's call. If we get the money in NOW (last nigh) then he'll have it for ordering on Monday cause he's out of toothpaste and other hygiene stuff. (You mean the things you didn't use anyway and walked around with that funk cloud around you?) Then he informed me that he was going to file for a sentence modification so he could finish his sentence on house arrest. blink And exactly WHERE do you plan on serving said house arrest? Huh? Well....home. Sorry difficult child but no. We love you and you are more than welcome to visit but we are not living like that again. Our property was destroyed, things came up missing. No. I will not do it again. Lots of sputtering, defensiveness and finally attempted guilt ensued. Have we been able to get ahold of his birth parents so they can visit/write him? No. I told his bio grandma....difficult child interrupts and says "She won't tell them". My response is that I'M not going to call them. difficult child went off. That woman will be dead before I get a chance to see her again. I'll never see her again, do you know how that will make me feel? And this is MY fault how? She's not dying and as far as I know she's not in danger of dying. Besides, assuming he behaves, difficult child will be out in ..... wait for it.... a YEAR. At this point I simply asked him if he was going to spend the entire call yelling at me or was he going to have an actual conversation. He calmed down somewhat but basically the gist of the call was "send me money and do my bidding." Even in prison, they just don't get it do they?