Monday

I have been holding off, ducking, writing. Not because there's not something to put down in words, but because I had to let it all sink in.

It's procrastination time! Tax time does make time run faster... Or easier to find more junk to fill time.

Nabal is fairly out of control. His answer, to me at least, is all he needs is me in his bed and everything will become normal again. I'm the sole cause, impetus and reason behind all of his behavior.

I was met several weeks ago upon arriving home by kids with a story. At onset I assumed Nabal had had another party in the house. But...

Beyond my wildest imaginations... My girl was asleep before an early morning work shift. my boy was out on the back patio with a few of his friends around the fire. They heard a loud crash around the corner, and when they looked up there was Nabal tearing up the street in his little red truck. Seconds later Nabal pulled said truck into the back yard. He and another very drunk man stumbled out. They were running from the police!

There were no police. The story went- He, Nabal, had been at a club downtown dancing and partying with young men our son's age. For some reason (drunks don't need much of one) Nabal got into a fight with some guy at the club. The bouncers/security tried to break it up- Nabal beat up the security guard... The police were called.

Enter Nabal fleeing from the nonexistent police when he crashed into a parked car...and left the scene. This was a little after 2a.m.

Miracle of miracles, no one saw anything... Why is it that he leads a charmed life?

Our boy took him to task. As Nabal gleefully told his story the teenager caught him up short pointing out how he had just hit someone's property. Nabal's response: What do I care?! Not my problem.

The teen let years of suppressed issues fly. This is a kid who counted on fairness as a child. He pointed out that they should have had this talk years ago, but as he being a teen son and Nabal being 50, he should be the lecturee, not the lecturer. He hit on Nabal running around with teens while acting like one himself. Driving drunk, then ridiculously drunk. Getting into fights. Smoking weed in front of them since they could remember. He told Nabal that if he needed to be a teen, he could very well leave.

Nabal was shocked! "But if I leave you won't have me to help you anymore! You'll be nothing with no one to love you!"

Nabal decided he needed to taker his very drunk friend home. (the audience of him being berated) The guy could barely stand, but he knew enough to know Nabal was to drunk to drive. Nabal jumped into his Amigo (yes the one that has never been fixed correctly to take on the road...) Telling the guy to "shut up and get in."

The boys had to physically remove Nabal from the vehicle to stop him. They afterwards took the man home.

The argument with Nabal continued until 5 in the morning... Nabal did threaten to fight the boy. (Yes, his son who he sees as a threat now and always.) Thank God his friends were there.

When asked why he confronted the drunk he replied: Whenever I wait until the next day he denies everything!

Nabal also tried his sure fire tactic of dredging up the past to shame the other person and divert the conversation. Sorry the whole mess happened, but validation is a good feeling. It is his go to maneuver!

Meanwhile last week, not realizing I knew the story, Nabal asked me to track down a rear and front bumper for his truck... I feigned ignorance and asked why. Nabal replied, "Someone hit it." By someone, he means himself. By hit it, he means he hit it into something else... Oh the web of lies! Needless to say, I did nothing.

The worst is that we don't see how well trained we are. No police were called to report him... I told my boy to watch his back. Nabal won't let this go. I saw it in his eyes later.

That same boy left his teen years behind. I had a little gathering for a few of his old friends. Nabal stumbled in at midnight, oblivious to the date and barely walking. He made an ass of himself. He always has to be the life of the party, the coolest one there. Our girl got him on video asking her if his newly procured weed was any good... An hour later he was chastising her for smoking weed... Crazy making!

Enough for one sitting. I hate to write this... Why can't we fight back against one drunk? Why do we bend and break the laws of decency to protect a person who uses us all up and spits us out? For his only love.