My oldest son is in jail tonight. My younger one and I went to dinner at the home of some very dear family friends. During the evening, we discussed my older sons recent change in behavior, and how it was affecting us. Our friends, as good people do, offered their support and assistance if it should be needed. We ate, and spoke of many other things.
It was only later that I was informed by my neighbor, J-boy, who checked the jail roster and found my son there. The funny thing was, word was only traveling to be on the look-out for my old boy because of his odd recent behavior, and the fact that he had left the house with a BB gun and a knife. My younger son had decided to tell me about the knife. I didn't know about that part. Yes, I knew my son was leaving the house with a BB gun. I apologize. I thought he was going down to the park or the beach to shoot it off. He has been acting really strange and hiding in his room. I thought it was a good thing for him to go outside for a bit. I didn't know I needed to pat him down first. Of course, had I touched him, he would have FLIPPED OUT!
He has been yelling at nothing. Literally... nothing. In rooms all alone, he is yelling obscenities and half-baked sentences. At no one. I only do that when I am REALLY pissed off. Usually, it's my way of talking myself down. It only seems to wind him up, and the spiral doesn't go anywhere. Like he's on an escalator, walking in the wrong direction. Yelling, lunging, screaming, punching upward; but there is never anything there. He seemed sad before it started, and resolute when he walked out the door last night.
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