Mark42
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My oldest son is now 21 and a senior in college (he is my step-son). During the school year he lives on campus, and during the summer he lives at home. I have suspected for a while that he was using drugs. But he keeps a full straight A average, so what can I say???
Indications to me were that he wore LOADS of cologne, spent 45 minutes or more to take a shower, had room fresheners in his bedroom, and often blocked the bottom of the door with his jeans or a towel, etc.
When I would point this out to my wife, she would sternly support her son, and I was just making trouble. So I backed off. The step-son thing is a sore topic in my house. Although I love the boy as my own, and he has told me time and time again that "you are a better father to me than my own". What can you say?
A week before he left for school, there was a problem with a guy firing a shotgun into my side yard, and again, shooting it down the road as he drove away. Multiple state troopers showed up to the 911 call. Before the troopers showed up, my son was in the upstairs hall bath for about an hour. And the attic fan was on (sucks air from inside the house, and blows it into the attic). Mounted in the ceiling just about 6 feet from the bathroom, it was pulling air right around the closed bathroom door. The whole hallway reeked of pot. I pass by and notice the familiar smell and knock on the bath door saying " it smells pretty funny out here...." he responds by coughing a few times, then says "OK".
Next minute, the troopers are at the front door, just 15 feet in line of sight from the upstairs bath where the smell is.
So now I am multiply upset. Some jack-off blasted his shotgun off on my side yard (about 300 feet from my house) while the kids are playing in the front yard and my wife is sitting on the front steps watching the kids. Meanwhile, my son is getting stoned upstairs, the house smells like pot, and now there are state troopers at my door.
Does life get any better than this?
So we deal with the troopers and tell them all about the idiot shooting his shotgun, then I tell my wife about the upstairs reeking of pot. Of course, she does not believe me, and goes to ask son about same. He does admit to the pot, and is told never to do it in the house again. I am vindicated, but now also the bearer of bad news. And my wife is now pissed at her son for the bad situation he put us in, and the kids too (worries about DYFS, as my wife used to work for social services and know how they screw up everything).
So son gets a scolding, the troopers did not notice the smell and run off after the bad guy, and everything turned out OK.
Except for me. Somehow its all my fault....
:facepalm:
You just can't win. Life happens.
Regards,
Mark.
Indications to me were that he wore LOADS of cologne, spent 45 minutes or more to take a shower, had room fresheners in his bedroom, and often blocked the bottom of the door with his jeans or a towel, etc.
When I would point this out to my wife, she would sternly support her son, and I was just making trouble. So I backed off. The step-son thing is a sore topic in my house. Although I love the boy as my own, and he has told me time and time again that "you are a better father to me than my own". What can you say?
A week before he left for school, there was a problem with a guy firing a shotgun into my side yard, and again, shooting it down the road as he drove away. Multiple state troopers showed up to the 911 call. Before the troopers showed up, my son was in the upstairs hall bath for about an hour. And the attic fan was on (sucks air from inside the house, and blows it into the attic). Mounted in the ceiling just about 6 feet from the bathroom, it was pulling air right around the closed bathroom door. The whole hallway reeked of pot. I pass by and notice the familiar smell and knock on the bath door saying " it smells pretty funny out here...." he responds by coughing a few times, then says "OK".
Next minute, the troopers are at the front door, just 15 feet in line of sight from the upstairs bath where the smell is.
So now I am multiply upset. Some jack-off blasted his shotgun off on my side yard (about 300 feet from my house) while the kids are playing in the front yard and my wife is sitting on the front steps watching the kids. Meanwhile, my son is getting stoned upstairs, the house smells like pot, and now there are state troopers at my door.
Does life get any better than this?
So we deal with the troopers and tell them all about the idiot shooting his shotgun, then I tell my wife about the upstairs reeking of pot. Of course, she does not believe me, and goes to ask son about same. He does admit to the pot, and is told never to do it in the house again. I am vindicated, but now also the bearer of bad news. And my wife is now pissed at her son for the bad situation he put us in, and the kids too (worries about DYFS, as my wife used to work for social services and know how they screw up everything).
So son gets a scolding, the troopers did not notice the smell and run off after the bad guy, and everything turned out OK.
Except for me. Somehow its all my fault....
:facepalm:You just can't win. Life happens.
Regards,
Mark.
