That is a warped reality to show to a child. My son went through really wild teen years living at home in a room adjacent to my daughter who was in high school, and a son in middle school. My younger son and daughter have terrible memories of those times. She kept her door locked at all times and rarely came out of her room. My younger son was reminding me last night that when older son was 19 he would come home with his face all bloody or with tire marks on his clothes. And there were never believable explanations for these things. One night older son tried to commit suicide drunk in someone's house 30 miles from us. He called on the house phone. I put my 11 year old on the phone with him to keep him talking while I called the police on my cell phone. The police wouldn't let me off the phone with them until they found my son, so the youner one had to keep talking for about an hour. This was just one night in the life of my 11 year old, talking his brother down from suicide. Really Sue, let him go. You deserve so much better.
