My husband and I have been married for almost 12 years, I have two children from a previous marriage and he has one.

His kid has always nagged at me with his inabilities to be honest, courteous, nice. He is none of those things and never was.

His bio mom has been in and out prison his entire life. She is the queen when it comes to dishonesty, theft, lying, cheating, etc. You get my drift. This is the same woman that my husband let his son spend time. It is no wonder in my mind that he is the way he is.

Furthermore, now times have changed. This kid graduated almost three years ago and has quit or been fired from every job he has ever had. He has a misdemeanor on his record, dui, dwi, pui, drug possession, etc. According to my neighbor who is a police sargent, this kid has a long rap sheet.

Well, I kicked him out last summer when my husband fell very ill and was in the hospital on life support and gave him a 30% change of survival. This dumb kid would come to the hospial not just stoned but stoned and smelling like he was part of the joint that was smoked. He didn't care. I was in shock because my husband had his own company and he was now in a medically induced coma and it was either sink or swim.

I went home and went through his office, paper work, contacts phone etc. learned the business (by the skin of my teeth) but kept the business going, the bills paid (barely)! but, I did it. Then I came home after working a 10 hour day to find atleast and I am not exaggerating 60 kids up in my house, front yard, back yard and yes, they were smoking cigarettes in my house, snorting cocaine on the counter, beer pong in the back yard and loud music all the while my daughter is up stairs crying her eyes out because my SS was messed up and didn't care one way or the other.

I made him leave and I changed all the locks, keys to the house, disconnected the garage door opener and locked it down tight. I had finally gotten rid of him. Not under the best circumstances of course.

Then three months later my husband made a miraculous recovery. He literally had been brought back from the dead.

Long story short. I kept him away for a year after that. Then the root of every argument between me and my husband was about this stuped kid.

He finally moved back in with no blessing from me. He hasnt worked, his room is a mess, he smokes cigarettes, marijuana in his room. Then he sneaks girls in his room and they will spend days barricaded in the room. I am begging and pleading to my husband, please make him get a job or do something.

He does nothing. My husband is not the same. He is weak and falls alot, he is always choking even on a sip of water. The had a ventillator for so long it damaged his vocal cords, for some reason or other now he feels that he really can't say anything to this kid about doing something productive and becoming a man and being part of society. That means taking care of himself. Instead he really believes that daddy owes him a living.

I beg to differ. This kid is just a burden and a realy drain financially.

I know that this was long but, god it has been so frustrating and sometimes I truly feel at my wits end.