Ever see those Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom animal shows where the male of the species roar, and butt heads, snort, flick the earth under their massive hooves, and the noise is near deafening to us females? Over seemingly (exhale) what? Age and treachery took it's toll last week, and this weekend and finally came to a head yesterday with DF and Dude nearly coming to blows. I swear I felt like I was sitting in the middle of Darkest Africa watching gorillas fight over a patch of grass. That patch being of course - the place where Dude was told several times NOT to bring his car to the house. Yet, defiantly drove it there anyway and parked it. Let's see you big dummy. It's been at your friends house because - you drove it without a license and have a huge fine. You kicked another boys car over a dumb girl and had to sell it to pay for the damages or go to jail. You bought it back instead of letting it go and then asked could you bring it to our home and we said NO. Why? Oh well that list is so long - but summing that up - You have no license - yet take off in that car whenever we don't please you. Worrying us to pieces. You are told not to start the car and rev the motor, yet do so three or four times a day; whenever on the phone with a girl. You do doughnuts in our grass. You burn out in front of our house and leave 80 foot skid marks. Nice - now every idiot in the county has left their calling card too. (Told him they would) TEN YEARS I LIVE HERE AND NOTHING - he moves in..(ah well who wants to hear what an idiot I am - don't roll your eyes at me) I know. So he's argued his case poorly making every invalid point about "HE SHOULD" be able to and finally just decided HE WOULD. Well, DF decided HE WOULD NOT. Told him the car would be towed. Dude said "Touch my car and I'll blow up your house, I'll burn it down, You'll see what stuff you think you don't have I'll wreck YOUR stuff." And that was too much and across the room he went and I swear it was like slow - motion. I kept thinking "Dude you deserve this, and then I thought - I had better call 911, I'm going to need bail money, I'll have to call an ambulance, I wonder what's going to get broken, I better put the dogs up, Can I leave and NOT be here? Should I take the dogs with me? How quick can I get their collars on? and then WHAM....DF stopped that short of smacking Dudes teeth out of his mouth. Of course with Dude still sitting there running and running and running and I was like (snap) I got up.....I went in the house......They are both yelling at me...I got my keys......they are both yelling at me........I got my coat......they are both still telling me stuff.......I got my purse......they are both yelling stuff, and I couldn't hear them, not a word, my heart hurt, my chest was pounding and all I could think about was "I'm having another stroke." I left the door open, I got in the car, I backed out and I left. I have no idea where I was going, what I was doing. I just drove. I hit a pot hole the size of Kentucky the radio went out and I thought - oh well...silence is good. And I just drove. My phone was on silent mode. I ended up at the DOllar General, got dog biscuits, and sat in my car for an hour. Have NO idea what I was doing. I came home. Dudes car was gone. DF started to talk and in our entire relationship I've never said "I don't want to talk or hear it." But I did. Then I turned and said "I think I was headed for the ER, but I got dog biscuits." went in the kitchen and the phone rang. It was Dude. He was at the friends house he was SUPPOSED to take the car to in the first place. Could he have a ride? "Okay." I left. He got in the car. He started to tell "His side" and I said "SHUT UP." just as calm and as monotone as you please. Then I said "I was headed for the ER, but I got dog biscuits. Your lack of respect is what started this entire argument. Dad said NO. Period. YOU KNOW why you can't bring YOUR car to the house until it's legal. You KNOW why the argument started TODAY. You KNEW what was right from the get go - but you push, and push and push. You push with stupid little things like STEALING my razors then throw them under my sink or you ask for a screwdriver then leave it on the floor after you SWEAR you will return it and you do these little things over and over and over and over to the point that when you do a whopper like this? We have NOTHING left to give in tolerance for you. This time Dude, you pushed too far. You have pushed that man past his limits.....day in and day out for 11 years. No more. Now he's pushing back. The thing that makes me so dad blamed angry about the entire thing is ----- YOU ENDED UP DOING what you were GOING TO DO in the end ANYWAY...you just had to RUIN everyone's day and stomach, and attitude and once again - drive another wedge between us. There can't be any pride or sense of accomplishment or love in how you feel right now. You just make everyone feel awful. ME? You make me feel like I'm having another stroke. We got home. He had some mess in the yard and he cleaned it up much to DF's surprise. We ate a quiet supper. He cleaned his room, and packed his bag because he's leaving to work out of state for a few months (home on weekends) otherwise he'd be packing to go live with someone else yesterday. Park, bench, wouldn't matter....He called a friend to come get him to take him to his boss' house instead of me driving him there in the dark. He told me he was sorry about everything. I just nodded. I told him that regardless of what he thinks - that MAN in the other room loved him, and our family may not make-up today, but we never part without saying I love you. So he walked into the den, held out both arms and said "Poppa I'm sorry, We'll talk later I know I have to leave now, but I love you." DF got up and hugged him - said I love you too - and yes, we will talk later. That was it. DF walked around ashamed of himself for raising his hand to hit Dude and I said - "You have got to be kidding." The stuff that was coming out of his mouth!? Listen I'm not prone to violence but you're human and you can ONLY take so much mouth out of a 19 year old and Dude digs for gold when he fights. He has never ever fought fair. He threatens things that you really aren't sure if he's seriously going to do. You told him NO, you stuck to NO, and he disrespected you and does OVER AND OVER AND OVER then 10 minutes later comes and asks you to borrow this or that? Fooey. I'm glad you did NOT hit him but completely understand wanting to. COMPLETELY. If I could have found the gorilla glue I'm not sure his mouth would have ever opened without surgical assistance. ARGHHHHHhhhhh. So much for a nice dinner and a relaxing day. - I wanted just 1 day in the pajamas watching the Sopranos. Now all I want to do is FUGHADDABOUDIT. lol oh and as soon as the car IS legal, has head lights, tail lights, insurance, registration, tags, 4 tires, and Dude has a license? He CAN park it at the house.