Sunday, August 24, 2003
While unpacking and organizing his room, I found a bag of pot. Now this is no surprise, but he's been specifically warned about bringing drugs into our house. I have told him, in no uncertain terms, that he'll be out if he does it again. I've drawn another line in the sand, and he's jumped over it again. I have tire tracks over my back this has happened so often. My wife, God bless her, just can't throw him out on the street.
I'm going to tell him he has to find another place to live. I will put him up until he hears from the Navy and while the enlistment process is working. If it's a no-go, he needs to immediately move out. Grandma doesn't want him anymore, and I don't blame her. I'm just worried that if I put him out, he'll be either dead or in jail shortly. I don't know if I could live with myself if he ODd or died on the streets. But I can't live with him, for all intents and purposes, running our lives and controlling the family.
Keep Kyle (and all of us, for that matter...) in your prayers.