I'll say what's wrong with this picture right up front...Fabian, their remaining birth brother isn't here. We'll print this out anyway and send it to him, hopefully as motivation so that he'll get his life together and be able to live in society once again. I did get his grades yesterday and he's finally managed to pass eighth grade at age 15 1/2.
Miriam's high school graduation, the charter class of the newest high school in our county, would have gone off beautifully for my family had Jose not attacked Paloma. We separated them but Jose wouldn't get out of the van at the coliseum, even after I threatened to take away computer privileges for the summer. I couldn't wrestle someone who outweighs me, (Edgar had driven his own car, wasn't with me at the moment) nor could I have dragged him several blocks and expected him to not disrupt the ceremony.
I left him in the van, figuring if he ran, I'd file a police report. I just couldn't stand there and feed into his negative attention seeking behavior knowing it would only escalate.
As we left the ceremony, we noticed Jose with two deputies. Uh-oh.
I walked over, mad as a hornet at Jose, only to get a, "Hey Cindy," from the deputy. Turns out Jose had lodged himself into a bathroom stall and refused to get out for the deputies, two men with guns, he doesn't think he has to mind anyones directives.
I told them to press unruly child charges but we were in the next county over, it wasn't their jurisdiction, they were there only to help with graduation.
We decided they'd fill out a sheet, an incident report, since I need documentation of this obstreperous behavior. One of the deputies, new on the force, offered to drive it over Monday and not be the only deputy in the entire county who doesn't know where I live.
I knew that Miriam's graduation would set off alarm bells in kid's minds. It signifies a major life change, a family threat to them, she's grown now, they wonder and worry if she'll move out. Her baby birth brother, JoJo, had already pitched a royal fit at the house before we left, unwilling to put on Khaki pants on a Saturday. Uh-Huh, like that's the issue.
Back at home, Vanessa attacked her own birth sister, Mayra, was punching her with her fists so I had to jump in, separate them, and send Viper Girl to her room. Knowing the level of anger then and there, I wanted to wait before adding behavior restrictions. "We'll discuss this when you've cooled off."
"I'm leaving!" she screamed at me.
"Because I won't let you beat up Mayra? You're leaving because I'm protecting a 13 year old?" I asked in astonishment.
And she left.
There is no logic anywhere in sight.
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