You'd think by now I would have learned my lesson to try to talk to DH about SS, every time I try we just end up fighting. Tried again tonight, and of course it got me no where except getting yelled at.

BM called DH to talk about SS and how she thinks he should join Job Corps. After DH got off the phone with BM, I tried to remind him that it doesn't matter what he or BM want or suggest to each other, it's only going to matter what SS wants. Why don't they wait til he gets out to see if he had made any arrangements or plans? Also suggested to him that they take away his old cell phone so he doesn't have all his old friends' numbers.

That was all it took and DH blew up at me, yelling and screaming about how "his son's only choice at this time was to go to a homeless shelter" and implied that only addicts and criminals live in homeless shelters. I told him one of my oldest nephews lived in one once and it wasn't that bad. DH wouldn't listen to anything I said, kept talking over me, yelling over me actually. Tried to tell him that SS needed to do things for himself, not have DH and BM make all his arrangements for him, or SS was never going to learn to stand on his own two feet and take responsibility for his actions. DH didn't care what I had to say, just kept yelling at the top of his lungs that SS needed help to get on his feet. And again, that he wouldn't let his son live on the streets.

By this point, my DD11 came out of her room shaking and on the verge of tears because of all his yelling and screaming, so I told DH that I was done with the conversation. Whatever he felt he needed to do for his son, except moving him in here, go ahead and do. He tried to continue arguing his point, but every time he tried to say anything, I repeated "I said I'm done" or "I said stop" until he finally did stop. I finished the dishes I had started, grabbed my tablet and came to the spare room.

DH has promised me so many times that our problems with SS wouldn't tear us apart... I don't believe him anymore