The last few months have been overall Hades for me. Too much that I could probably write a novel just about the past two. Then again, most of us here probably could. Saturday I did something I never thought I would ever do when it came to my kids-call the police. Son was raging and attacking me and told me to go ahead and call the police. Ive threatened before, but his attitude was so cavalier that I made the call. I cant even describe the despair I felt having to make that call. What was it over? 50 bucks. He lied to me about how he got it. He came to my work and announced, Look what I got for doing some yard work with my friend for one of his neighbors! However, I noticed that he wasnt dirty. Or, should I say, no dirtier than usual. I asked him and he told me he washed my hands. Then later, at home, he tells me that he was only paid 30 bucks and that he found the other 20 on the ground by a car. Later after that husband calls me and says I think Son should give back that money his friends gave to him. Huh??? Then husband tells me what Son told HIM. That story is that a good friend handed him an envelope before PE. Son didnt open it. Friend told him that it was for his birthday next month and since he was not going to see him because school is out, here is something for your birthday. Son swears he didnt know how much it was until after school when he opened the envelope. He also swears that he spoke to his friend and said are you sure that it is okay? Friends Mom supposedly said it was okay too. I managed to get the money from him and he just lost it. There was no explaining. Talking to him was like talking to a wall. Screaming, yelling, and crying, Its MY money! It was my birthday present! All evening he threatened, begged, and demanded the money back. He would stop and then seek me out again to try and wear me down some more. If I would have had any alcohol in the house, I probably would have gotten falling down drunk I was such a nervous wreck. Hes been horrible lately. He ruined a Mothers day dinner at my Moms. My sister came to visit (driving 300 miles) and I had to remove Son because he was just awful. Rude, calling people retarded, and argue, argue, argue, with just about everything with everyone. Then I realized that he was only on half his usually dose of Risperdal because our new psychiatrist is trying to take him off of it. So, I immediately gave him the regular dose because psychiatrist doesnt have to live to Son, I do. I havent discussed the reasons WHY he wanted him off. Probably because he has put him on Lamital and Seroquel. Those have helped with the mood swings, but the irritability is worse than ever. Hitting puberty probably has a lot to do with it, Im sure. Adding back the Risperdal back to what it was before had an immediate effect to make him Barely tolerable instead of Intolerable. Okay, mean while, back to the money. The next day, Saturday, he march in my room and demanded the money back and making threats. This went on for hours. Finally, he lost it and began to physically attack me. Hes small for his size (can easily pass for an elementary student) and Im big and tall. Hes no match, but just the shock of him coming after me. I had presence of mind to get my phone and record it. Its blurry, but shows hes the aggressor. At first he ran away, but then unleashed his furry. I couldnt get him to stop. I told him I was going to call the police. He responded with Go ahead! Theyll tell you to give me my money back! and I dont care! Call em!. So, very reluctantly, I called the police. I lady cop shows up and shes very nice and starts to grill son. She asks about any medications and if Im okay physically (Im fine. Reality is I could mop up the floor with Son). Son sticks with his My friend gave to me for my birthday at school story. She was at my house about twenty minutes. Son wasnt impressed. Cop explained that if he attacked me again that she was going to 5150 him and that it wasnt going to be pleasant. Of course, Son doesnt really get it. Even smirks and thinks it funny and says, What? Are you gonna put me in foster care??. (Grrrrrr.) Though, I just dont think he gets it. She talks to Son again about someone giving him 50 dollars isnt appropriate. She asks for the kids name and son gives it but says he doesnt know the last name of the good friend. The cop leaves and immediately Son is after me to give him HIS money back. I stand strong, but Im devastated. Son walks to my Mothers (his grandmother to whom he is close) and says SHELL tell you to give me MY money back! I call my Mom and explain about the police before he gets there. My Mom doesnt want to even talk to him. Son comes back and announces She wont talk to me because YOU called her!. A later visit to my Mothers, I am informed that son told ANOTHER lie about the money. He told my mother days before that he found the money in the desert. Sunday and yesterday go by. Hes demanding and awful. He DEMANDS I give him a dollar to buy some chips. He DEMANDS money from his father. He DEMANDS that we buy him something expensive for his birthday. Or as he spat out at me Dont be CHEAP! husband is so angry and when Son wanted a hug later (they just dont get it) husband just couldnt do it. Hell scream and yell and then say to me at bedtime, Mom will you come in and tuck me in? So, I still have the 50 dollars. Later, I walk in on him in the living room. Hes startled when I catch him and I see money flying. He give me a story of how this was money he had stashed in his drawer. I see my purse and my drivers license on the kitchen table. I usually dont have much cash on me, but this week I have had cash. I check it and see I have less money than I thought. It wasnt much, mostly ones, but it was from my wallet. I take the money back and hide my purse. Fast forward to today. I called Sons school counselor and explained about the friend and the birthday money. I wanted to know if the kid really gave it to Son. She calls Son in and Son points out friend to counselor. Counselor speaks to friend and friend has NO IDEA what the counselor is talking about. Counselor calls me back to inform me. I figure it out. Son stole the money from me. I will see him later. Now I know where the money came from I can deal accordingly. I guess it is time to lock up my purse and any other money. Along with everything else I have to deal with him being a thief. Just great. Im not hurt by this. For me, this is just another burden I have to deal with when it comes to Son. We see the psychiatrist next month. Though, I can hardly get a word in edgewise. Son monopolizes the entire time and constantly interrupts when I try to say something. If I try and describe a behavior, he gets very defensive and loud. Last appointment he went off about how husband and I drink alcohol and were alcoholics. I have ONE margarita on Friday and Saturday and never during the week. husband has a beer or two when he is home after being out for two or three weeks working. Then he went off about how we should divorce because we disagree sometimes. I think sometimes I need to schedule a separate appointment. I am going to make a list of behaviors for the next appointment. Hes just about to turn 13. Oh my, its going to be a very long rough ride. Thanks for reading.