Well skid went on to pout the rest of the weekend and not talk to anyone in the house. By Monday he was mad. Back to him leaving the house and not coming back until he is ready to go to sleep, which is fine by me so I do not have to deal with him.
DH told me he was going to the gym right after work on Monday, so I figured I would have a little time to myself. As I was upstairs changing out of my work clothes, I hear the front door slam very loudly (it shook the windows on the front of the house), and then loud stomping. Oh great skid is home and is being an asshole. I stayed up stairs for a bit not wanting to go downstairs and be around his pouty ass but I had to get dinner ready for my kid who is on his way home. I walk in the kitchen and there is skid sitting at the kitchen table drinking MY BEER! One bottle empty and he is working on the second having a belching contest with himself. Just as I discovered this I get a text from DH telling me that me is on his way home, that skid texted him and wanted to talk to him and it sounded like he is in a bad mood. I confirmed it to him and told him since you are on the way home I will refrain from getting into with skid for drinking my beer, which is knows the rules are do not drink alcohol unless you purchased it yourself.

When DH comes in he tells his son to get into the car because they need to go over to the bank so the skid can pay us $250 of the “who really knows how much” he owes us and they would talk in the car. DH came home without the money being deposited into his account but skid had a total melt down. The meltdown to get Daddy to feel sorry for his little boy. Skid went on a poor pitiful me, “I am not wanted”, “I have no family, and I am excluded all the time in the house I live it”, “Why can’t I drink coffee in my room, it’s only fucking coffee”, “My mother is a bitch and never does anything for me” and on and on. Apparently he was yelling, screaming and bawling like a baby through all of it. Then does not want to really talk or hear his dad has to say, gets out of the car, thowing his keys at his dad and running away.

When DH came home without skid and his car is still parked outside, he told me. DH was all worried. I said he will come back, he will come to say sorry but no other words expect “can I have my keys” and he will leave and come home at bedtime when we are already asleep.
I told my DH I am no longer tolerating his kid’s shit. I said he is out at the end of the month whether he has a place or not. He can also apologize to me for everything from him swearing at me and my son 2 Christmases ago, to the rule breaking, all the horrible treatment and including him drinking my beer at my kitchen table today. I told DH I want a proper apology that sounds and feels sincere and then he can stay here until the end of the month, and his behavior must feel just like that sincere proper apology for the rest of the month.

So far skid refuses to apologize and he has only been back at our house for 15 minutes to grab some clothes and a toothbrush.
I will let DH know I will assume his kid is not coming back after the weekend is over and will not be able to. I have the locksmith booked for Monday afternoon.