I haven't posted since August re: difficult child 1 and things are starting to heat up. He plead guilty to a charge of aggravated assault and was sentenced to 3 years. They cut that sentence in half and he had already served 1 year while awaiting trial. He is now in prison 3 hours away. He has called on occasion and it has been ok. I have written him a couple of times, funded his commissary account, sent him books. Minimal stuff. He has been polite, pleasant and has actually shown that some of his sense of humor has returned. He has spoken with resolve and optimism about turning his life around and will be looking for a halfway house to live in. He is on medications. This is what enables the calmer behavior. Until today. He started talking about past lives, how people can have more than one sets of parents, how he will go live in a ditch when he gets out, that he is now one hard m***F*** and has to stay that way. Just out of context weird stuff. I tried to keep the conversation pleasant. He knows I believe in God and he said he didn't. He believes in evolutionary stuff and reincarnation. I said you may be right and I respect your beliefs but FOR ME I am comfortable with my faith. He launches into an assault of something about St. Stephens day and what is the patron saint of miscarried children. I has been a hell of a weekend as it was with difficult child 2, so as my eyes started to glaze over and I started to sink deeper into the couch my husband said, tell difficult child 1 I want to talk to him. I asked him to hold and told him dad wanted to say good bye. He insisted I get back on the phone, I did and just said I had things to do and Dad wanted the last couple of minutes with him. He was livid and said have a nice life and a nice vacation while I sit in here and rot in prison. Soooooo, here we are. He had spoken with such reason and temperance over the last couple of months we thought we were seeing improvement. Again, hopes dashed. The heartache with this kid just won't let up. He is not aware that his brother difficult child 2 has been a royal pain in the ass and a mooch. He had me buy his son vitamins and then I come to find out that he gave baby mama $60 which she spent on drugs and lent another friend $100. So essentially, I am buying drugs and lending other grown adults money. PLUS he is still doing his laundry over here. That stops this week. He also gave my adorable grandson a haircut that has left him essentially bald. I am not exaggerating. There go the Christmas pictures. He said it was an accident. I said the 1st 4 times you cut his hair so poorly you had to shave his head was an accident. This time was ineptitude. Going to Al-Anon Tuesday. Feel like crap tonight and when I feel this way I just want to be alone. Really alone. Except for my dogs.