My son came over earlier this evening because he was feeling depressed, his friend that he's staying with was gone, and he didn't want to sit around by himself. No problem. All in all it was a pretty enjoyable evening, although strained at times because of his insistence to correct or criticize most of what I say or how I say it. But I digress. At some point he stated he was out of one of his medications and that he was going to go to the hospital and be transferred to a facility where he would stay for three days getting stabilized and put on a program where he could get his medications for $5 or something like that. Around 9:30 - 9:45 I gave him bus money and he left for the bus stop only to come back saying he had missed the bus by seconds and asked if he could stay here for the night. I suggested he could take the next bus, which would be the last bus for the night, but he said he was tired and just wanted to sleep. So I said, I guess that's okay but it might be better if you're up and gone before my husband gets off because having someone sleeping in the living room completely throws off his morning routine when he has to work. Son got snotty as if my husband's routine was of no importance, and tried to argue with me. My husband, who had already gone to bed, woke up and came out to see what was going on. When I explained it to him he agreed that it would be best for my son to be gone before he got up, at which point my son called him an effing , grabbed his stuff and left, slamming the door behind him. Minutes later he banged on the door demanding his hat and wallet that he had left here. I calmly told him I didn't appreciate what he said to my husband or slamming my door, especially that late at night. He told me "Don't worry, I won't be at your effing door again but don't be surprised if I'm back in Chicago before Christmas." My husband and I have bent over backwards helping him, while he was in Chicago, getting him out of Chicago, and every day since he's been here in Florida. And the thanks we get is this reaction when he can't have something exactly the way he wants it. If he goes to Chicago, that's on him, but we didn't go to all the trouble and expense getting him out of his situation (at his request) just to have him blow up and go right back into it. But that remains to be seen. Right now I'm just shaking with anger at what just happened, and now my husband can't get back to sleep. I finally got him to calm down before he could get too worked up and now I'm trying to calm down myself...which is one reason I'm...yet again...rambling on. I just can't fathom how anyone thinks that we deserve this kind of treatment. I understand all too well being disappointed when you don't get what you want. But how, after we give and give and accommodate, he can blow up the first time something doesn't go his way, still baffles me. If this is the thanks we get, then I see no reason to continue giving or accommodating at all. When will I ever learn???