GFG17 has been texting on occasion, asking for money - to which he's told no, coming by once in a blue moon, and that's about it. We've gotten a bit relaxed over the last couple weeks. No more. Tomorrow I file for an order of protection. The last few weeks he's been breaking into an old building on the farm, having parties - yes, alcohol - building fires, shooting out windows, etc. Cops say they can't "catch" him. Tomorrow I go chew them a new one for not flippin INVESTIGATING. Anyway, the last couple days he's been wanting $200 - well, maybe for a week now. I keep saying no, via text, his preferred method of communication. Says he's working 2 jobs, says he's staying with former foster parents. Also says he's taking an 8-hour class in the fall to be certified as an EMT and the money he "needs" is for a uniform and the book. Right. 'Cause I was born yesterday. See, he's NOT REGISTERED and has to be READMITTED to the school because he FAILED all his classes last fall. GE classes. Oh, and he INSISTS that he passed them all. Dude, it's RIGHT HERE IN BLACK AND WHITE. Fs. Today - as in the last few too - he's been wanting "his" child support. Said biodad is willing to support him, why aren't I? Well, apparently he told biodad some cockamamie story, because the SOB quit paying. We exchanged a few texts, ending with him repeatedly saying he'd be by about 11:30 for "his" money. He and a girl showed up at 2:45. They were both perfectly nice. At first. Then she went outside to make a call. That's when difficult child started in. We sat there for another 30 minutes while he hassled and harrangued me, called me every name in the book, accused me of all sorts of things, and said he'd leave when I wrote him a check. I refused. I kept telling him he had to leave. He kept saying no. He finally got up and walked to the patio door and opened it. I couldn't get him to go outside. I put my hand on his shoulder and his hand flew up so fast I jumped. He.would.not.move. He let the dogs out, they were confused and scared. A friend called, and difficult child was yelling all kinds of things like "assault", "abuse", etc. It was horrible. I grabbed the other phone and he said, "So, you're calling the police" and I said yes. He walked out the door and the gate, then called the dogs. One is old, and didn't hear him, the other was scared still but didn't know what to do when I called him back to the house. So difficult child grabbed his collar and took him out of the gate. I ran after them, grabbed the dog, and ran back to the house. Finally got me and one dog inside and locked the door. Then I fell apart.