Basically, he doesn't care about the weed smoking. He only cares because I am stressing him out and he has enough stress at work to deal with. He doesn't need to come home to my nagging. He told me what he doesn't know doesn't hurt. I said well you do know...I am telling you. So because I was starting to get mad and it was interrupting his evening of football, he went up to the cave and talked to junior to shut me up. I didn't hear it but I'm sure it was candy coated. He came back down and proceeded to yell at me. Told me if I wouldn't go looking then I wouldn't have to worry about it. He said a lot of things but what it boils down to is...mind your own business and quit stressing me out. I made dinner because that's all I'm good for (and cleaning) and went up to my room for the night. He came up later and said nothing to me. Got in bed and turned his back on me. I said you are directing your anger at the wrong person. He said work is number one and my petty problems are secondary. Left this morning without a goodbye. This man very obviously does not care what his kid does. He says "he's not out robbing stores or breaking into houses and gets decent grades (yeah I overheard you tell him he had missing assignments and grade was slipping... liar) so who cares if he smokes pot?" I am done. I have nothing further to do with that kid. Smoke up baby...pop those pills. Booze will be next. Probably already steals his dads beers. He doesn't keep track of how many he has so it would be easy.
The negative vibe in this house for me is unbearable at times (my DH would say I'm the cause of it). I bet that kid had a nice laugh when he heard us fighting. Probably thinks with every fight it gets closer to me leaving and that would be heaven for him. He would love for me to leave. I'd rather stay here and make his life hell like he's done to me for almost a decade. This is my house and was my house before he squatted here. Even though I don't feel like it anymore. I feel like a cook and maid. Three more years (if I don't go insane before that)...he will be just a bad odor left in my house. I can buy lots of lysol.
So again...I am very done. I don't want him to talk to me about that kid ever. I will not do anything for him. I don't anyway. Nothing from me for Christmas either. He's a rat that lurks in my house and eats my food but I can't exterminate. Just gotta live with him. One day he will start to get into trouble and it won't be my problem. He can do drugs in my house, never shower (been over a week now) or do his laundry (goes a couple months until he gets told) and sit and play video games 24/7.
I'm going to live as though he doesn't exist. I try to do that but the fact he gets away with everything starts to get on my nerves.