Since the last blog that I posted I thought that things were getting better. I had finally gotten my wife to admit that my SS had a problem and that he needed to go live with his Dad for a while. His dad is a good man, but my wife doesn't like the fact that if the kid needs to get his ass beat, then he does. I think that it's what he needs myself. Anyway, we had decided at the end of the school year that he was going to go stay with his Dad until the end of next school year to see how things would go and see if he did better in school, etc. Well, just last week, my wife asks me what I feel about my SS coming back to live with us this year again. She brought it up about 1/2 hour before I had to leave to go in on nightshift, so I told her that we should sit down and talk about it before we made any decisions. Anyway, the next day I had off my wife was supposed to go get her son and daughter for the week. She tells me as she's getting ready to leave that she needs to take the van because SS is bring some of his stuff back. I said, "Hey, I thought we were going to talk about this first." She says, "Well, then be better talk I guess." So we sat down and I told her that I feel that SS needs next year at his dad's house to see how he does in school. She got mad, but told me that if that was the way I felt that I had to be the one to call him and tell him that he wasn't coming back to live with us. I agreed, so that's what I did. The VERY next day she called him up and told him that even though I said he couldn't come back, she says that he can, so he is. She then proceeded to tell me that if I want her and her son gone that badly, that I can call the cops because she ain't going anywhere, and neither is he. So now I'm a prisoner in my own house with the SS from HELL...who not only doesn't respect me himself, now he also knows that his Mom doesn't respect me. Thank God my kids are at their Mom's house for a couple of weeks because I don't want them to go through this with me. My wife can't understand why I volunteered to work 2 extra days this week. Am I the only one with a brain here, or am I really missing something that I should be seeing? Please help me if you have any advice. I don't want to lose my family, but I can't let my world revolve around that little asshole she calls a son either!

Steve