I want to strangle him. First, he's got three Fs in school. Second, he's not working and hasn't gone in to check the schedule. Third, he had a dental appointment today and ... that's the rest of the story. He has a new friend, supposedly just a friend, who is a girl (forgive me if I already explained this). She is a senior and a straight A student. She has a car. She got her license at the same time difficult child did. She is Muslim and wears a hijab. difficult child's girlfriend--the one he's supposedly in love with and has been dating for 2-1/2 hrs--does not know that H. comes over to the house a couple of times a wk by herself. (Neither do H's parents. Gulp.) So today, I took my cousin, P, from the nursing home to the pain management doctor. I decided to swing by the house so she could use the bathroom, and to see where difficult child was. He had a dental appointment. and every time I tried to call him, he said his phone battery was about to die. Not a good sign. He and H. were in the living room and I said hello and asked him about the phone. He said he hadn't charged it up yet. It was 3:30 and I can guarantee they were here by 2:30. He had plenty of time to charge it up. I told them that Cousin P was here and said, "Oh, H can meet her!" difficult child said, "NO!" (Cousin P is a former actress and quite flamboyant, has flaming orange/red hair, and she's always in pain from a tailbone that never healed because she became dependent upon oxycodone. She gives difficult child a dollar or two when she sees him.) difficult child put on his coat and said he was going to leave. I said, "Oh, that's H's car in the driveway. She can take you to the dentist. You'll be early!" She laughed and said, "Oh, okay," in surprise, and took off after difficult child, laughing. I took P back to the nursing home, which took about an hour. Just as I was leaving her room, I got a call on my cell ph from the dentist office. "Is difficult child okay? He didn't show up for his appointment." Of course, he didn't answer his phone. Nor did he answer the home phone. I was furious. I left a msg on the home phone, and he called a few min. later. "I just got home. I had to walk from Chic filet. H dropped me off there and had to go home. She's in trouble." "That makes two of you," I said. Chic filet is about 4 miles away. The dentist's ofc is 1 mile away. It's right on the way to Chic filet. I asked difficult child why he didn't have H drop him off on the corner and just walk there. "We didn't know what to do!" he said. "She was late and in trouble." This, from a kid who argued, "I'm 18 and can do whatever I want." "So why are you just calling me now?" (After 5:30) "Because I just got home and got my phone charged up." Mmm-hmm. He hears my message on the home phone machine, but can't use that same phone to call me earlier. I really don't know, or care, what to believe. We argued a bit when I got home (I try not to argue, but after an entire day with P, who is covered with-urine and hasn't washed her hair in a month, but I washed her hair by tricking her as she washed her hands, and got her in clean clothes, but then she smelled like poop so I was not in a good mood)--I told him that he had to do ALL of his homework tonight and that I was checking it (IOW, everything he's been missing for a month), "You've been making poor choices, one right after the other. You want to be an adult, you want to graduate from HS, you want a car, right? That's all there is to it." "I just don't like the tone of voice you're using," he retorted. "I'm upset and I deserve to be." For some reason, he got the hint and shut up. Oh, time for his medications. He keeps forgetting. We found a bunch of lithium and Concerta next to his bed yesterday. He spits it out when husband isn't looking. That explains his crummy moods. Talk about poor decision making.