One of these days, I'm going to learn the lesson of "keeping my mouth shut". Nothing good ever comes from talking to a difficult child. For the first time in two weeks difficult child-A was actually home when I got home from work. Usually, we just text each other and he showers/changes/eats while I'm at work. That is usually a good sign that he's back to using pot and/or drinking. I've come to accept that I can't do anything to help him with that issue. But, being a Mom.... when the new resturant in the Mall was taking apps and doing interviews, I called difficult child-A to let him know. He thanked me and said he would go right away. Of course, when I asked how it went, he hasn't bothered going yet. Then, because he HAS TO pay on his fine this month or be in default. I made the idiotic mistake of asking if he paid on it yet and when he said no, I reminded him that Monday is a holiday so he'd have to pay by Friday..... His sarcastic response was "I think I'll just go to jail". When am I going to learn to just keep my mouth shut and not engage in anything more important than "how's the weather"? easy child laughed at me muttering to myself about being so stupid and not learning this lesson. Of course, easy child is going through the same thing. difficult child-A is ****** at easy child because easy child won't go party with him every night. First, easy child works at a golf course starting at 5am, second, he's got a very special girl that he's spending his time with (had to go 2,000 miles away to college to start dating a girl that graduated from High School with him).... Anyways..... My heart still goes out to difficult child-A. You can tell he's in a lot of emotional pain. He'll even say that he needs to see a shrink, but when I say "make an appointment".... he says he doesn't want the help. I give him the opportunities to open up to me, to share his pain....and I get a slap in the face. On the bright side, my detachment skills are getting better. I no longer have strong emotional reactions to difficult child-A's stuff. Just shake my head at myself for not being at a point where I don't even ask anymore.