My 34 year old son came to live with me last August. It has been a rollercoaster ride. Some good, some bad times. This morning I get up and there are cheerios all over living room floor, swiss cheese left out in the kitchen, a glass of water laying on it's side in the living room. Son is acting wierd like he's taken something. He was being a real jerk saying he wouldn't leave the house since it was illegal. Had to give him 30 days notice. He's always threatening me and always seem to have the upper hand. Long story short, I called the police and met them at the local Food Lion while he was getting a pack of cigarettes. The cop brought him back to my home to remove some of his things. He has no friends, no where to go, no job, etc. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke. Don't think I made the right move. Afraid he's going to kill himself or cause me more problems than I already have. When we saw the officer he said "what about all the drugs in the house?" Started turning the tables on me. My younger son does smoke pot, but that's about it. I think I made the wrong move calling the police and should've called my ex husband. The cops around here are bored to death and I don't want any trouble. Help me stop feeling so guilty about what I've done. I am all my son has and now he has nobody, but he treats me with little respect and at other times is the sweetest of the three boys.
I really hink I've just made everything worse. Should've called my ex. He would've straightened things out. When my son gets angry he starts making trouble. I don't want him making trouble for me and my younger son. He did this to his father already. He lies and tells stories. I live in a small town and I'm afraid of the damage he can possibly do.