DH and SS14 had a major blowout this afternoon. SS14 was mad, and called him every name in the book and started swinging punches... All because he had to help with a few chores to "pay back" the $10 he had borrowed for the school dance last night.

I was inside the house, but I could hear SS yelling all kinds of obsenities. I heard the dirtbike roar down the gravel road, and then more yelling. Then it got quiet. I looked out the window to make sure they hadn't killed one another. LOL

This was about an hour ago. DH just came in to get his cell phone. I asked him what was wrong and he said not now. From the phone call, I knew he was talking to one of his parents, who live a few miles down the road from us. He told who ever it was that SS was on his way, on foot. DH said that he'd had enough and he was ready for his kids to grow up. "I'm not doing it anymore. They're just like their mother, all 3 of em, and they can go live with her."

There was silence for a few moments and then he repeated it again, "I'm done, I've done all I can. I take it every time they dish it out. It hurts me, it hurts my house, my wife is thinking of leaving me. She wants 'em, she can have 'em. I don't want them here anymore." More silence. Repeated again, "No, they aren't just kids. They know what they're doing and I won't have it anymore."

He hung up and walked over to where I was and said, "You heard all that? I about mean it. We can pack up and move to BLANK (the place I wanna move to) like you want and leave 'em here."

Ah, honey, don't "about mean it." Mean it, don't get my hopes up only to let them crash back down. If you say you want them out, if you know they are the cause of all problems in this house, get them out. FOR ONCE do what you say and don't back down.