(recap) The first time he ran away from homeat 15 years old; like any other good parents we scoured the neighborhoods. Driving around, and around frantically passing each other in our vehicles shrugging, upset, with that no luck sick pit-of-the-stomach feeling we had done something wrong, desperate to find our very upset child. We reluctantly called the sheriff and reported him missing. At 15 going on 16 he ran away again. This time however we had a plan. We had been to through it before, gotten therapists advice and simply picked up the phone, called the sheriff and reported our runaway, then sat back and never moved an inch. Dude was the one that moved - to see if we were looking. Puzzled why we didn't come looking, then angry that we weren't out wasting gas while he sat in a friends house laughing, eating cookies, playing PS2 and telling his friends how stupid we were for running around looking for him when he was 'right there.' (oh ha. ha.) That he went to school on his own was a miracle. Telling the school officials that I punched him in the eye, burned his clothes and destroyed all his books was not very smart. Two fold not smart in the fact that at the time was over 240 lbs., used to be a boxer, and if I could be provoked to hit any child? You wouldn't be going to school the next day. Despite the report Dude made to the police officer on campus and her attitude before meeting all nearly 6' of me in heels as she sized me up she quickly deduced that I did not hit my son. DF chimed in "If this woman hit a full grown man he'd be missing teeth, not that I've ever seen her hit a child, but honestly? Where is his black eye?" When we asked where he wanted to go "Home or Residential Treatment Center (RTC) he screamed as loud as he could 'ANYWHERE BUT HOME." we obliged him with a pre-planned bed. So from there he went with his clothes (you know the ones I burned) and his books (which we turned into the school) to a Residential Treatment Center (RTC), then another, and another and then into foster care. Now he's at our house. We felt at 19 we were gracious to allow him to come back and let him sleep in the living room. It was a temporary solution vs. living in the park and being homeless. I turned his former room into my office/craft room and our spare bedroom into my closet. I'm happy with the arrangement, and don't intend on moving anything. So last night Mr. I'm 19, I can't help you out around the house because all your chores are stupid, (um okay so while you were in FL we did all the stupid chores over Thanksgiving and now there is nothing to do to earn a nickle) comes in and says "Can I have $5.00?" (I laugh to myself) "Sorry I have no money." Monday he asked me for $10.00 for his friend to take him around to job interviews and I did give that. Tuesday he asked me for $25.00 to take the driving test to get his license. Last Friday he asked me for $$ to get his puppy food and flea preventative. WOW. In the mean time I tell him I think I've been able to get him a job. Do you think I get "Thanks Mom, you're the best Mom, I love you Mom, Awesome job." Nope....I get yelled at because I don't know when he starts. Gosh what a guy. I tell him that he's going to have his rent, meals paid....and he'll get a check on Friday. He'll be able to come home on Saturday and Sunday. Right away he says....."WELL I"M GOING TO MY DADDY'S FOR CHRISTMAS." -----O.M.G. You have no money, no future, you bring a puppy home, no money for her food or care, ....no drivers license....I get you a job --you moan and whine......and now you want a vacation? SLAP ME....... So last night I'm working on the Card list in my office and he comes in and says "So when am I getting a bedroom?" I said "You're not." (Thinking back to the days when he screamed at me in the school hall I WILL GO LIVE ANYWHERE BUT HOME) Then he said sorta in a disgusted tone "OH well then I guess I will have to move out." YA THINK? WOW.....talk about an epiphany. REALLY? MOVE OUT HUH? What a sense of entitlement. I'll tell you what. This IS the Christmas story unfolding before your very eyes here. There is no room at the inn. He's riding MY .....well you know.....and the way he behaves it's almost like it's going to be HIS birthday on the 25th. With that said? There is NO WAY I will ever give up my office.....and now I will for sure NOT be putting up a Christmas tree in the living room. NO WAY.....NO WAY.....NO WAY. I consider this an Ah HHaaaaaaa moment. "I guess I will have to move out." Gosh, going for that Rhodes scholar thing a bit premature aren't you? Take an umbrella I hear Oxford is overcast quite a bit. (I may be on to something) .......COUCHES ALL AROUND!!!!!