I, of course, had to drive Joey to his monthly probation office visit. I toyed with the idea of refusing to drive him, then he'd be arrested for not showing, and I'd be set free from living with such a hateful creature at times.
But, long, long sigh, I do what is expected of me.
He honestly told his P.O. that he'd been awful this month, I think awful is a step up from his reality, the word horrendous rang through my mind. Miss Marie, his experienced, insightful, tough as nails P.O., sat him down for a reality check. It is not her job to referee our difficulties, her job is to enforce the terms of his probation.
However, a term of his probation is to respond to parental direction and supervision, and lately he's cracking the thin ice underneath his big, belligerent feet.
I've made it clear that if he's arrested for violating his probation, then I will not stick my neck out for him in any way, shape, or form. He's pushed everyone past their limits of personal endurance, burned way too many bridges, and alienated anyone still left standing.
Miss Marie said I would then have the option of a 'prohibited entry order' against Joey and, if he pushes my back to the wall, then that is exactly what will happen. He would then not be allowed on our property, but that would be the consequence of his behaviors and choices.
He gets it, but I'm not sure he is capable of maintaining any sense of normal behavior.
So while I fried up several hundred corn tortillas tonight, Fabian lost control both of his behavior and his emotions resulting in me re-starting his attempts at good behavior that would allow his any privileges. Home less than a month, demonstrating decent behaviors until today...who didn't know we were in the honeymoon stage?
To his credit, he got a grip and I've received an apology, but I've been in a bit of pain today from over-doing all week, and I'm a tad resentful at everyone's reluctance to cut me some slack until I heal.
But the bigger picture involves both the fear, and the resentment, that they all have involving the fact that I've been through surgery in the first place and in doing so, I left them, something I said that I'd never do.