December 2, 2010

Things have been somewhat better since school has started back up.
Tuesday, he did not come home after school -- but did call my wife and
told her where he was.  He came home early (5:30pm), had dinner with the
family, setup the Christmas Tree, and then had us take him to the YMCA to
workout for about an hour.  I picked him up afterward.

Wednesday went very smooth (I guess as I work late Wednesday nights).  He
had to serve after school detention and called my wife to pick him up
after the detention.  He went to a couple of friends' houses for the
evening as he refused to go to the church for activities.   By the time
that my wife returned to home, he was at home.

Last night as we were going to bed, we were watching a recording of Dr.
Phil on an intervention of Jamie.  I saw ourselves in the mother of Jamie.
 At least we are trying to seek help for him, but we do let him bully us
around.  He does threaten us all the time that he is going to run away and
we will no longer see him and then "Won't you be sorry."  We walk on
eggshells to try to keep things calm.  I grew up in an alcoholic home and
this is what we did to keep "peace" in the home then.  I have found myself
reverting back to this. The "funny" thing is, I would never call how the
home feel right now or back then as peaceful. We do not want to be like
Jamie's mother, but we also need help.  We do not know what to do either.
One thing that I realized from the show last night, we are as sick as our
son.