Ant called husband last night because he wanted to pick up his stuff. Of course, he wants to pick it up after husband has gone to work. Okay, I can handle that. I go downstairs and pack all of his stuff into boxes so that it's all ready for pick-up. Ant shows up with this attitude of righteous indignation. Like we have done him wrong and that our meaness is causing him all of his problems. I had a hard time not laughing at him as he loaded up his boxes. Yet, it is sad that the kid still has no clue about "Consequences of your own actions". I don't know if he will ever understand that concept. And until he does, he will have a tough life. He lost a second job because he doesn't get to work on time, but it's bad bosses. He got kicked out of our home because of disrespect and drug use, but we are just mean and love easy child best. He's got a few things that will be going to collection soon, but it's not because he owes them anything - they should be over it by now. He actually said that both of his MIPs should just go away now that he's getting close to 21. Like that makes everything okay. Part of me wonders if his attitude isn't part of always getting away with things. No matter what a teacher or the principal set as a condition, they always went back on their word because Ant is so charming and so sweet that "we just can't be mean to him". I was the only one that ever followed through. And that was with my hands tied behind my back because mother in law underminded me every step of the way. I think I will always wonder if we could of got Ant turned around if I could of got everyone on the same page. Ant never had consequences that followed through except for mine. So I think he really does believe that if he lets things go that they will go away since it has always worked in the past. I do feel sorry for him in that he will have to learn everything the hardest way and then he might still refuse to learn the lesson. But, this is his life. He's making a choice on how he wants to live it. I did my best to show him the right paths. And if he chooses not to go down those paths, it's his life and he has that right. It's sad that he is choosing to life his life this way, but I have let go. If or when I see him, I see him. If I don't, I still love him. I always will. Yet, I'm not tied to him anymore. I guess that last apron string has been cut. And....I'm actually okay.