The last words he said to me last night were "Fuck you, I hate you more than anyone else in the world". Now I sit here questioning my own parenting results. My poor son is getting so lost in a delusion that he can live with someone besides me; his reasoning has been skewed. There are rules, expectations and consequences and trust me, he ain't diggen'em. So here we go, the antics of a depressed teenager.
I flashed back to my own 16th year on this planet. It wasn't a happy memory to recall, but timely. I was a very independent and financially self sufficient teenager. I bought my own car at 16 and was performing 6 days a week at Kings Island Amusemant Park in my hometown of Cincinnati. I was making $300 a week for doing 6 twenty minute shows a day, this was back in 1982 with no expenses except pot and gas. Good bread for a punk. My mom must have made some comment and I decided to disappear for a couple of weeks. It was fun, me and this chick bounced around from friends house to friends house. It was in the summer, I worked everyday, just didn't go home. I was a total fuck to a mother who couldn't discipline worth a damn. There were no rules and I still broke them all. Where is my boy? I hope he shows up this afternoon or evening.

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Seems like like all moms wish on their children, children just like them! Then we are surprised when we get them?! Haha..
The sins of the father shall be visited unto the childrend to the third and fourth generation. (Ex. 20:5)
Hi Sweetie,
This totally sucks and I understand how hard and heart wrenching it is. We went through the same things with my step-son-from-hell. It was absolutely miserable. But you have to remember you are a good father. Buster knows that and just because he's doing this, doesn't mean you aren't doing your job well.
Follow up leads, get the police involved. There are rules and consequences. This is how these things come about and what they are there for.
Check bank accounts and cash, call friends and family.
You'll want help and support.
Let those of us who love you do what we can to help.
And your mother would be worried sick, about both of you.
Much love, and please keep us posted.
Mary
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