All right.
So, I haven’t even plugged in my cell phone to charge it, but it seems coming to the States has awakened in me some guilt about not blogging for the longest I haven’t blogged since starting this damn thing!
I am probably delirious after a three day trip. Or something.
I was nervous as we landed in Seattle, not knowing what to expect. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that I was sure the dude could hear it, and thought it was going to actually come through my shirt and land on my OPEN TRAY TABLE, FAA regulations be damned. Wet and moist, pump, pump, pumping away.
TIS was there. He hugged td, and said, “You too.” I embraced him loosely. Highly uncomfortable and distant. Ex-y and dh’s momma were outside “doing circles, because circles! are cool!” tis informed us. The entire exchange was bizarre. Td slugged tis in the shoulder, pissed. I stepped away and let them have their moment, wondering if I was going to have to jump in to a full on fistfight. I didn’t.
Tis noticed a gatorade perched in the vending machine…just waiting for someone to liberate it. The lady next to it informed us that her husband had already lost $6.00 in the machine and that the Gatorade, stubbornly, would not budge. tis seemed excited by this and began rocking the machine. I remarked that at a kid at my college had been killed like that (urban legend? truth? I’ll never know) before I arrived there, and TIS remarked that “Great!” he would be the first kid to die in an airport! As he resumed shaking the machine, then resorted to punching it.
A near by teenager snorted that, “Dude! You’re going to have to punch it a lot harder than that,” so TIS unleashed a furious hit against the glass. He turned around to the kid again, “Want me to hit it harder?” “Yeah.” SO he punched it again, justifying it with, “What? I can’t have that kid think I’m a pussy.” So involved with this little exchange between the machine, the teenagers, and himself, that he didn’t notice td just step away from him. I assume he was as uncomfortable as I was at this point.
It was bizarre to watch; I feigned indifference, noting that he was searching for approval and would do just about anything to get it. I didn’t even twitch when he told me had a mouth, “like a fucking sailor.” 1.) If only he knew. and 2.) Shock value = 0. Wah, wah, wah. Thankfully our luggage came and we walked out of the car to be greated by Ex-y and dh’s mom, Hallelujah!
I didn’t pass go, did not collect 200 dollars as I marched straight by their mother. I heard her squeal, “Oh my GOD!” and was happy that she was happy to see her son, but didn’t and STILL don’t have a damn thing to say to her. I made sure that td would be all right, gave him my cell phone number, and left.
THe deal with TIS: They never heard his case. Apparently, he didn’t have enough of a history, so the judge “on a feeling” let him go. The attorney said that kids have to be damn near dead to get into the system. Fabulous!
He is on some sort of house arrest right now. Unable to be downtown, unable to be unsupervised. He sees a COURT ORDERED psychiatrist (THANK GOD), and will be regularly drug tested for the next 6 months. I do NOT know if they are testing for LSD and Salivia (which they should be), his new drugs of choice. I don’t even know if I spelled the 2nd one correctly.
Where we all stand. Or fall: Ex-y is furious at dh, says he should live there to help his son. She is beside herself and doesn’t know what to do. I cannot say anything nice about her or how she handles the situation right now, so I’ll shut the hell up. Dh: is coming to the States soon. I don’t know if he realized the gravity of the situation - at least not until I explained it to him. td: Is at his house. I hope he doesn’t get sucked back in by their insanity. Dh’s mom is on hand should he need an emergency exit. TIS: diagnosed with bipolar disorder - we’ll see if that sticks. It’s more probable than what he diagnosed himself with before, but, he needs serious, professional, ongoing help. Me: I’m at Momma’s. A little tired, but none the worse for wear.
It is freezing here.
Have I mentioned that?