SS is so gross
SS13 is so gross, but we can't do anything about it. All I can do is ignore it and be cordial to him. He's got so many issues. One, is that he thinks of the world as his toilet. If that sounds vaguely familiar, it's because I've mentioned it a while back in a post. He would pee anywhere in his mom's basement. Behind a couch, in the washer. It was because he was too lazy to walk up the stairs and use the actual bathroom. But, in my house, his bedroom, rec room, and bathroom are on the same level. So, our belief was that he would use the bathroom, since it's not that far. But he would do weird things like pee in the shower - not while he's showering though - he would just open the shower stall, pee in the shower rather than the toilet that were next to each other, and walk out of the bathroom.
Anyway, DH needed to replace the toilet in the basement, but since he was going to be taking up the toilet, we figured it would be a good time to replace the floor. We were hoping to get it all done while the skids were not with us, but like all home improvement projects, things go wrong and delays happen. So, SS was going to have to use the bathroom upstairs. DH straight out told SS this week not to pee anywhere else but in the toilet upstairs. SS acted like he was clueless at why DH was singling him out and telling him this. Problem is, I've been noticing that SS is not peeing upstairs, but when I mention it to DH, he sort of brushes away what I'm saying, so I drop it.
So this morning, SD found SS peeing in a drain hole in the furnace closet of the basement. DH was livid. I was livid, but silent, since I no longer deal with SS problems. DH yells at SS. SS does his usual, I'm going to kill myself speech.
SS tells us he is suicidal whenever he gets in trouble. So much so, that he went to a psychiatric ward for suicidal ideations. Like I said, he's got issues. I think he's faking, but I don't want to be wrong, I don't want to feel guilt or responsibility, and he has two parents to deal with it the way they want to. It's not my business. So, I don't say anything. I grit my teeth and tell him to have a nice day at school, when all I really want to do is yell at him for being so lazy and disrespectful. Ugh, I can't stand being around him and having to put up a show.