Hi again everyone, sorry it's been awhile... School's out & the inmates are running the asylum. *wry grin* Well, it's been a pretty good 3 weeks since the garage fire incident. difficult child's been towing the line fairly well, even for a teenager. Of course, there are the occasional 'I know more/better than you' conversations, but I chalk those up to teenisms rather than O.D.D.isms. Things had been going fairly stably (is that a word?) till tonight, when I found I had stepped in it with both feet in my mouth, up to my waist. I had blurted out the whole sordid mess to a longtime friend of the family. I have no good reasons, no reasonable excuses. I was mad, and tired, and sick of the whole thing and I just lost it and out it all came. I found out tonight that said 'family friend' is a HUGE gossip, and it just goes downhill from there. husband is beyond livid with me, and barely speaking. The 'old friend' mangled a few things in her reitterations to husband, and now he's making noises about taking the kids away from me. Not going there right now, just showing an example of how mad he really is. I need to point a few things out that I may have been remiss in my posts. difficult child has many good points. He loves animals, and is really good with them. Prefers them over people, in fact, but I can kinda see how- animals won't lie to you, hurt you & tell you it's your fault, etc. difficult child is a talented artist who loves to paint & draw. He's in all honors classes, with regular honor roll status. Always has been. It's humbling for someone without ADHD & double vision to see a kid with these issues totally trump her old report cards. *wry chuckle* He absorbs books. No common sense to speak of, for the most part (what ADHD kid has?!), but can spit out a ridiculous amount of info on a book he read months ago. Very impressive. Said 'friend' told husband that if we didn't get difficult child into Residential Treatment Center (RTC), I was going to pack up our 2 daughters & leave. I'd told her that if anything else bad happens, that I wouldn't have a choice but to do that. Things had been leveling off, starting to calm down. difficult child's been playing nicely with others. I screwed up, bigtime. Anybody have some duct tape for my big, fat mouth?