I don’t want him to leave
You know, I thought about it, and he doesn’t need to use my phone to call anyone. I don’t really want him to leave the house, I want him to follow the rules in it. So I told him to give me the phone. He protested, but threw it on the couch with a flourish. I picked it up, and when he walked back through the room he purposely bumped me with his shoulder. I followed him to his room saying, “Don’t you do that! Do I have to call the police?” “I don’t care!” he said, walking away. “Come back here!”
I grabbed his shoulder and he told me to stop touching him. I said, “Ass wipe.” I wish I hadn’t said that. Name calling is a form of verbal abuse…it made me wonder if I am a controlling bitch.
But to no avail.
He repeated, “You’re kicking me out of the house!” as he walked out the door.
I said, “No, I’m not. I told you to go find somewhere to stay for a few days and suggested your grandfather, I never told you not to come home.”
“Yes, you did!” he yelled.
I locked the doors because he’s scaring me with the physical stuff.
He came to the side door and said, “At least let me get the numbers I need!”
I said no.
He said, “What the fuck is WRONG with you?!” and walked away. I don’t know where he is right now. Maybe he went to the neighbors.
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May 17th, 2009 at 7:23 PM
Is he back yet?
I hope he is back…
May 18th, 2009 at 7:03 PM
Yes…he never really left the area. He couldn’t figure out where to go or how to get there and after that realization hit home, he didn’t have any option other than talk to me. I’ll update with an entry explaining it all, but for now, he’s home.