OMG, I am sooooooooooo sick and tired of being sick and tired of difficult child's immense sense of entitlement. If he's not mad because we refuse to buy him something he wants (always something that he doesn't need. And as a side note, we quit buying things he doesn't leagally need because he destroys EVERYTHING) then he's mad because something didn't go his way. And guess whose fault it is every single time. Dear old mom. Just as it's always my fault when he's told no about anything, even when it's husband telling him no. Usually because husband, in his infinite wisdom, always forgets our previous conversations and once again puts the phrase "Mom thinks" or "Mom decided" into his refusals for whatever it is difficult child wants to do. Not that husband does it intentionally and not that he did it tonight, it just doesn't help my authority in the house. Oh....wait.......did I say MY authority? I have NO authority with difficult child. Absolutely none. Tonight he started in on husband as soon as he (husband) walked through the door after work. I didn't hear what was being said but of course caught the snotty HER and SHE's being thrown about. The problem? I didn't take him to get his hair cut today. The same hair, mind you that literally has been every other day.....yes I want it cut, no, I like it where it's at. Every day for the past two weeks! When he brought it up to me today he moaned about how he has to nag me on the weekends about it because I'm never home during the week to get it done. Oh I'm sooooo sorry I'm working two jobs now. Of course that just produced more moaning and groaning. And of course, before I got the second job, it was moaning and groaning because we never have the money to do anything (i.e. things that HE wants to do because ya'll know it's all about him) I've had this job for all of 3 weeks. We have bills to catch up on, things that need paid, all of that before we start showing the benefits of extra money. But I'm sure when we do, we will be expected to do/buy/pay for things he wants and to heck with anyone else. God forbid husband or I actually buy ourselves decent clothes that we are both in need of. If we have extra money, he has a list of things that he NEEDS. I'm sorry but this child has destroyed almost everything he owns and I am DONE buying him anything we don't have to legally provide. DONE. He's currently sleeping on a mattress that was on the floor till he drug tires (TIRES!!!!) into his room to use as a bed frame. I have no idea where the bed frame to his bed is. The box springs were taken to the back yard last year and literally torn apart. The mattress is also slit from end to end on BOTH sides because he decided he wanted a couch in his room and tried to make one out of his mattress. Then he had the kahonas to tell us that he needed another bed. (This, by the way, was the SECOND bed he's completely destroyed). He complains because his door is hanging by one hinge. Am I fixing it (again)? No. He did it to begin with. He complains because his dresser is falling apart. Do I care? No. He was the one who did it. His clothes have bleach stains all over them. Am I buying him new ones? Nope. He's the one who poured regular bleach in his laundry. New shoes? Not after you cut them up. New jeans? No for the same reason. Clothes stink? Wash them. He stinks? Take a freaking shower. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I'm just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sick of his mouth, his attitude, his disrespect........basically everything. husband works retail hours for people who have absolutely no clue about how to schedule their staff so is usually working most of the time. So, as it has been for most of the 8 years that we've had difficult child, it's more me dealing with difficult child than husband. Again, not husband's fault but doesn't help my mood any. Our team, good people that they are, basically are no help. We all just repeat the same things over and over to difficult child and know it's all up to him at this point. We have all done everything we can to get through to him. I've had it. I spend the majority of my time at home in my room which of course causes rants about how SHE never does anything around here and always locks herself in her room. That would be because the few times I try to venture out into the rest of MY house, I either get run out of the room or treated like complete crap. When I do come out and do things around the house I'm constantly told how I'm doing it wrong. HA! This coming from the bright mind that used full strength CLR to clean his shoes and wound up burning a hole in my bath mat. I cook, he doesn't like it. I don't care anymore. Eat, don't eat. I don't give a rat's butt. At this point I do what I legally have to do. If there happens to be a (literally) nice minute or two of words from him, fine. I don't even care about that anymore. 99.8% of the time he treats me like poo and then "gets his feelings hurt" when he tries to tell me something "good" and I don't do cartwheels for him. I just don't care. I'm done and basically just counting down the days till he either turns 18 (March) or FINALLY gets his little backside through school (Jan. 2009) I expected to have a difficult time when we decided to adopt out of the foster system. No way of course, to know exactly how until we did it, but I knew it wouldn't be all smiles and roses. Did I think it would turn into such disrespect in my own home for years on end? NOT. AT. ALL.