So I got a call from the VP of difficult child's school today. They are finally going to demit him from 2 of the courses he was taking this semester - English and Math. I'm not the least bit surprised. I already knew from the automated phone calls from the school that he had missed more than 75% of his classes. I thought about calling him and discussing it with him but I've decided not to. It will only serve to make him angrier with me when he is just going to have to deal with the results of his actions anyway. Guidance will have to bring him in and remake his schedule for next year. The only thing I said to the VP was that they need to make it abundantly clear to difficult child that an extra year of high school may not be an option for him if he keeps up with his poor attendance pattern. They'll either force him into a work program in order to help get him his diploma, kick him out when he turns 18 or force him in to adult day school instead of getting to finish at his high school with his friends. It's too late to do anything this year what with only a week left of school before exams - maybe next year he'll get his stuff together to have some success. I'm pretty detached from the whole thing. Partly because it's not a surprise and partly because of some of the great info on this board. DDD said something about not searching this stuff out, not looking for it anymore. That is great advice and is helping me immensely. Someone else posted about a sermon by TD Jakes on Letting It Go. I watched that this afternoon. I get it but I always mentally say "Well, that's fine if it's a boyfriend, spouse, cousin, friend... but your own child?" There's a difficulty in completely letting go and I still hold that glimmer of hope. I'm waiting for the magic age of 25 in hopes that he'll find some maturity and perspective and return to some sort of relationship with us. I'm actually ok. husband and I were talking today and he said he is getting to the point where it doesn't bother him that much anymore. I'm heading down that path too. difficult child is my very own PJ Funnybunny. It was difficult child's favourite book as a kid and I remembered the other day. PJ Funnybunny did not like being a bunny so he left his family and tried being a moose, a bear, a skunk, a beaver, a possum - you name it. Eventually he realized that he was fighting against nature and that he was in fact a bunny and wanted to be a bunny after all. So I can hope that difficult child comes around to that thinking at some point - hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime that is his new nickname.