So it turns out that I was right--
How I wish I wasn't!!
As you may remember, on Friday I posted about having "feelings of dread" that I just couldn't shake. I thought if I wrote about it, it might help.....but I couldn't shake the feeling all day.
Friday night as we were going to bed, I confessed to husband how I'd been feeling. I told him that I had no proof, and no physical evidence of anything--but my "Mother senses" were tingling like crazy. I suspected that difficult child was already up to her old tricks again.
husband set a trap. Clever, really.... There are lots of doors in between the sections of our house--thin, hollow, unlockable doors. We never keep them closed. So that night, husband closed the door in the hallway. He also unlocked one of the locks on the front door. We went to sleep.
I never heard a thing (and neither did the dogs)--but when we awoke early on Saturday the hallway door was open and BOTH locks on the front door had been turned. So difficult child had obviously gone out and tried to return everything to "normal" when she came back in.
Turns out, that's only PART of her deception....
She'd been back to making long-distance calls again. This time to a 17 year old boy she met in psychiatric hospital. Evidently, they bonded over a mutual interest in Satanism and animal sacrifices. It turns out that this was one of the patients difficult child had gotten in trouble with while she was an in-patient because they had openly discussed the violent and nasty things they would like to do to others {side note....isn't this nice that we are finding this out at home? The discussion was disturbing enough for a nurse to confine difficult child to her room, but never thought to mention it to the psychiatrist or the SW as a possible reason not to return difficult child to the community!}.
Did she meet this boy soemwhere in the middle of the night? I have no idea.....she certainly went out to meet somebody.
husband demanded that difficult child turn over all her cash to put toward the long distance bill (which, set off her anger) and she went to her room muttering about how she was going to kill her family (again!).
But THIS time--I went to the sheriff's office and filed a report about the threat against her family and I gave the detective a brief history of what's been going on in our home. The detective was really nice. He advised that for this one report, there wasn't a lot he could do--but keep reporting. After a number of similar reports, a judge will be able to send her to a "boot camp" type program run by the Department of Juvenile Justice.
So we spent the weekend installing locking window guards and upgrading the hallway doors to heavier models with key locks on the knobs....
husband answered the phone when this "boyfriend" called for difficult child and told him he is never to call our house again.
husband assigned a whole list of yard chores for difficult child to do to "work off" the cost of the doors, locks and long-distance phone calls. So far, difficult child seems to be under the impression that these chores are optional because she declared that she would drive the lawn mover around, but that's it. So that will be the next issue....
And here I sit today, with my pockets full of keys to all the new locks, trying to process all this new information....
It's so unreal--
I wish someone could "pinch me" and wake me from this ongoing nightmare!
--DaisyF
How I wish I wasn't!!
As you may remember, on Friday I posted about having "feelings of dread" that I just couldn't shake. I thought if I wrote about it, it might help.....but I couldn't shake the feeling all day.
Friday night as we were going to bed, I confessed to husband how I'd been feeling. I told him that I had no proof, and no physical evidence of anything--but my "Mother senses" were tingling like crazy. I suspected that difficult child was already up to her old tricks again.
husband set a trap. Clever, really.... There are lots of doors in between the sections of our house--thin, hollow, unlockable doors. We never keep them closed. So that night, husband closed the door in the hallway. He also unlocked one of the locks on the front door. We went to sleep.
I never heard a thing (and neither did the dogs)--but when we awoke early on Saturday the hallway door was open and BOTH locks on the front door had been turned. So difficult child had obviously gone out and tried to return everything to "normal" when she came back in.
Turns out, that's only PART of her deception....
She'd been back to making long-distance calls again. This time to a 17 year old boy she met in psychiatric hospital. Evidently, they bonded over a mutual interest in Satanism and animal sacrifices. It turns out that this was one of the patients difficult child had gotten in trouble with while she was an in-patient because they had openly discussed the violent and nasty things they would like to do to others {side note....isn't this nice that we are finding this out at home? The discussion was disturbing enough for a nurse to confine difficult child to her room, but never thought to mention it to the psychiatrist or the SW as a possible reason not to return difficult child to the community!}.
Did she meet this boy soemwhere in the middle of the night? I have no idea.....she certainly went out to meet somebody.
husband demanded that difficult child turn over all her cash to put toward the long distance bill (which, set off her anger) and she went to her room muttering about how she was going to kill her family (again!).
But THIS time--I went to the sheriff's office and filed a report about the threat against her family and I gave the detective a brief history of what's been going on in our home. The detective was really nice. He advised that for this one report, there wasn't a lot he could do--but keep reporting. After a number of similar reports, a judge will be able to send her to a "boot camp" type program run by the Department of Juvenile Justice.
So we spent the weekend installing locking window guards and upgrading the hallway doors to heavier models with key locks on the knobs....
husband answered the phone when this "boyfriend" called for difficult child and told him he is never to call our house again.
husband assigned a whole list of yard chores for difficult child to do to "work off" the cost of the doors, locks and long-distance phone calls. So far, difficult child seems to be under the impression that these chores are optional because she declared that she would drive the lawn mover around, but that's it. So that will be the next issue....
And here I sit today, with my pockets full of keys to all the new locks, trying to process all this new information....
It's so unreal--
I wish someone could "pinch me" and wake me from this ongoing nightmare!
--DaisyF