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What a time I have had since me last post only a few days ago. When I renamed my journal Newtimes I was not thinking of times like this.
Now in my last posting I might not have been clear about the fact that my son turns 18, the 29th of this month; now it is my turn to use the old saying,I heard when I was in my teens, my house my rules. These rule of mine consist of being in school, or getting a job to have money to pay rent for the room you use.Anything you and/or your friends damage you have to pay me back what I pay out, right now we are sitting a $3,300 dollar bill from the last place we lived. Just as a small example on what that rule is for,when we moved into the last apartment the carpet was new, one year later, when we left it looked ten years old. The last rule was no street drugs in my house, weed or other wise. Now I went through my time of using street drugs too, in fact I was able to take my weed from my father, he had so much he never knew until I was in my late twenties and told him. For my most favorite street drug I was able to pay for with my babysitting money, (It does not matter what it was since it really does not have baring here). What I always had to pay for you can now get at no cost.
One of the rules have been broken to the point that if I find anything else I am dragging my son, and all of the evidence I have, right to the local police station; after I turn him over to them I am walking out. I wish I could say that I did not care, however this is my son and I do care, but caring is not going to be enough this time I fear. You see Monday, I believe it was, he came clean to me before getting ready for school, of coarse it was only because when he sat up I found his meth pipe under him. I held it up and told him to start talking fast, and to remember that if I even think he is lying we are going to the police station so that they can do a drug testing on him through a hair strand. beyond that I am not really sure of what else to do or say in order to get through to him about how serious this is. Should have just sent him to boot camp when I threatened to four years ago.
Well Vic will be home soon so I am going to close this out so I have time to read my friends page before he gets home. BTW, for those of you that have younger kids, cherish them right now because teenage years are hell and do not let anyone tell ya different.
Now in my last posting I might not have been clear about the fact that my son turns 18, the 29th of this month; now it is my turn to use the old saying,I heard when I was in my teens, my house my rules. These rule of mine consist of being in school, or getting a job to have money to pay rent for the room you use.Anything you and/or your friends damage you have to pay me back what I pay out, right now we are sitting a $3,300 dollar bill from the last place we lived. Just as a small example on what that rule is for,when we moved into the last apartment the carpet was new, one year later, when we left it looked ten years old. The last rule was no street drugs in my house, weed or other wise. Now I went through my time of using street drugs too, in fact I was able to take my weed from my father, he had so much he never knew until I was in my late twenties and told him. For my most favorite street drug I was able to pay for with my babysitting money, (It does not matter what it was since it really does not have baring here). What I always had to pay for you can now get at no cost.
One of the rules have been broken to the point that if I find anything else I am dragging my son, and all of the evidence I have, right to the local police station; after I turn him over to them I am walking out. I wish I could say that I did not care, however this is my son and I do care, but caring is not going to be enough this time I fear. You see Monday, I believe it was, he came clean to me before getting ready for school, of coarse it was only because when he sat up I found his meth pipe under him. I held it up and told him to start talking fast, and to remember that if I even think he is lying we are going to the police station so that they can do a drug testing on him through a hair strand. beyond that I am not really sure of what else to do or say in order to get through to him about how serious this is. Should have just sent him to boot camp when I threatened to four years ago.
Well Vic will be home soon so I am going to close this out so I have time to read my friends page before he gets home. BTW, for those of you that have younger kids, cherish them right now because teenage years are hell and do not let anyone tell ya different.