Every day someone has to be difficult. If it's not one Difficult Child, it's another. I can't catch a break. It's like they are tag teaming me, and I don't have anyone to tag out with. I'm so stressed by it all that it takes an entire day to let it go, and them BAM! I start all over again. Today J is angry because his grandmother (not mentally stable herself) promised that she sent him a birthday check two weeks ago, but can't remember what address she sent it to (our current house or my rental house). I put my tenants on notice last week, but they haven't seen anything. J went into a full out rage because I wouldn't take my tenants mailbox key from them so he could check the mail. He insists they have his money. My tenants have secret clearances at the air force base, pay their rent on time, keep my property clean and have been friends for several years. There's no way they would deprive J of his b-day money. This explanation wasn't acceptable for J. He kept raging and so I went to my room to hide and decompress. He followed and continued to yell at my door. I threatened to call the police if he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop, so I tried to leave the house with my dog instead. He wouldn't let me, so I lost it. The anxiety and panic was hitting me hard, and I was having trouble breathing. I started screaming, which scared the bejeebez out of J. He ran to the bathroom not knowing what to do. He's never seen me be that upset. As soon as he walked away, I grabbed the dog and ran to my truck. I only drove down the block and hid out in a cul-de-sac until I could calm down enough to call my husband. J punched a huge hole into his closet door, and left the house. This is the first rage since before he went to rehab...so it's been about seven months. He called me later and was completely ashamed and remorseful. He had also called to apologize to my husband, and was trying to get a hold of his girlfriend because apparently he had taken it out on her too. He asked if he could come home so we could talk, and the conversation was much better. He says he doesn't know why he got so upset. Says it really wasn't about the money because he was getting paid from work today. Says he doesn't remember most of what happened, but realizes he was at fault. Says he isn't using again...it was just sudden anger that came out of no where. I know he has a lot of anger about the situation he has put himself into. I don't think he is using meth because he's been sleeping and has been eating and gaining a little weight. Says he is worried that SS10 is going to turn out like him and his angry because we were thinking about sending SS10 to in-patient treatment, which we can't because he has some what stabilized. I was so hoping to have a decent day today. The sun was out yesterday, and I was so productive. The sun is out today too, but it's noon now, and I'm immobilized. I have so much to do, but cannot seem to move forward. Do any of you have a trick you use to get you unstuck and moving forward again?