I'm not sure what anyone else calls a stressful week. But I was reminded today that when we don't share these troubles in our lives with our friends it bottles up inside us like a fizzy, exploding coke AND it can hurt our friends who think we trust them with helping us when things are tough in our lives. So here goes - and yeah this is just a week. Seven measly days. I'm thinking - you're thinking "Well Star, unplug the phone, or block the calls." Part of me rifles through that file box of a brain and says "Would this be the advice I'd give to someone knowing they had a child with the emotional stability of Dudes? Not an other-worldly, manipulative child - but I don't even know if this kid at 20 has the emotional capacity of a 14 year old, or less. I think SSI did him a blatent injustice in denying him - I know that much. That he's not on drugs is a miracle, and that he's so narcissistic and intelligent/clever did not weigh in his favor at testing. I almost feel like telling him to take the test again and completely Forest Gump it. So Tuesday - Him and daughter (Daddy Disney henceforce known as S for Satan) got into an argument when S took Dudes money for the light bill and cracked it up. Apparently S also made lude, rude and provocative, disgusting comments while D was at the convenient mart to D's girlfriend. S entered D's room said things to the young lady. Young lady left the house crying and met D on the way out saying his Father was a pig. In the mean time next day? The lights got cut off. That meant the air too. This lead to a verbal assault, S telling D to leave. D left, then S rifled through D's belongings took anything of value and when D got back to the house - his pup was cowering in a corner, his things were stolen and D flipped out, got his dog, took S's door off the hinges got his stuff back, and moved. S being the person he is threatened to kill (literally) D. So D went back to the house to confront S about the stolen money, the dog, his stuff. S was gone, and in the mean time called the police and had a restraining order placed against D. O.M.G are you kidding me? In the mean time - D is homeless, has no job. Has no real friends to move in with. Calls girlfriend and she says come stay here for a little bit. Landlord says NO pitbull - I get a call begging me to take my Granddog. And telling me S is going to slit his throat. Kill the dog. Oh joy. Next day I get a text message asking me - HOW EXCITED would you be to wake up tomorrow and find out you are a grandma? (oh insert the joy here) Next day I get a text message saying he's going to kill himself. His life is in ruins. He hates himself. He's a screw up. He's really going to do it. Next day I get a text message saying he's getting married at the courthouse, true love, and he's never been happier. Today I get a text asking me to send train ticket so he can come home, turn himself in, go to prison so he doesn't kill himself, go to jail for hurting S, and his life is a complete messup, can he move in with this person I know that person? My family hates him - he's going to take pills, he's going to do this, he is going to do it that way....and this went on via text all day long roughly. So there in a nutshell for anyone wondering - I have no idea what is going through his mind. To me he sounds Bi-Polar but if he is cycling that rapidly......I just have never heard of anyone like that. Up, down, Up, down. I asked him to go to the hospital or counseling -----of course that got no response. I asked him to call a board friend - that got no response. I asked him to call me - NOPE. Texting only. Just weird. i asked him to send me a picture because I even got suspicious that it may be S with the phone - he sent a picture of him and the pup. So I don't know. Any ideas? Yeah - this is six days in my life...and add on top of that - DF, his pain, his ooohh.....owwww, I can't do that, his loss of hearing.....OH MY GOD please give him back his hearing. I can't do the mynah bird thing one more time. I can't. I can't I can't. Him forgetting things, over and over and over. Ahhhhh. (I love methadone) and then me being frustrated, trying to talk to DF and him going "What, what did you say? I'm sorry I can't hear you? WHAT?" so I talk louder and he says "YOU DON"T HAVE TO YELL." I've never bought street drugs but I swear I'm going out looking for Klonopin...I'm down to my last 2 and out of insurance....lol.