First, CHEERS to me! I gladly accept this nomination on behalf of all SMS out there! Thank you for the wonderful honor! I couldn't have done it without my lovely skids.

So skid said, "I think what may have happened..." No skid, you will say what happened. Man up. Skid: I don't remember exactly but I somehow bumped BS's glasses off his face and I picked them up and was putting them back on Him (yeah...cuz you were being helpful right? What a load of bullshit!). "

I had it. I wasn't listening to another piece of bullshit that came out of his mouth. I just looked at him and decided, you know what...he's almost 15...it's been almost four years of this bullshit and he's old enough to get some cold hard truth laid out on his ass. So this is what went down:

Hanging: "you know what skid (I need a new name for him. Although skid mark does work well, but ya know...something more clever), I've had enough. I've had enough of your lying, your manipulation so you're deflecting on everyone else, of your taking everyone around you for what you can get out of them. Things are changing. In a BIG way. I'm done with you. I'm done doing anything for you. From now on your consequences and expectations will be set and followed through by your father. If you flunk out of school because you don't care enough to do the work...I don't care. If you continue on your path and grow up to be known as nothing but a user, a liar and a manipulator. I don't care. I will no longer be responsible for you or your brother. Do you honestly think I don't know you don't like me? Do you think I don't know how you feel about me? Do you think I don't know you tell your father what you think he wants to hear in regards to me? I know. I know all of it. I know the things you say to grandma, to your mom, I know all about how you and your brother feel. And that's fine. Because I don't much care for you these days either. You've been coddled and made excuses for and I won't have it anymore. I don't have to love you, I don't have to take care of you, I don't have to do anything for you. I did because I had this big plan that we would be a happy family and all love each other. But instead, you want to listen the the bullshit your mother and your grandmother spew about me and that's fine. Your father and I are at a crossroads in our relationship largely due to your behavior. From now on I will no longer be assisting in financing ANYTHING for you. Your hockey that you've been playing, largely financed by me, because your POS mother can't be bothered to take care of her kids and put their wants in front of hers. She doesn't care enough about the things that are very much important to you to sacrifice a little of what she wants. So now, you best hope that after your father is done paying his half of things around here that he has enough and is willing to part with his money to pay for the things you want and need. Or you best hope your mother steps up to the plate. Because me? I'm out. You're nothing but a selfish, unappreciative little brat who only uses people for what he can get out of them. I know how you feel about me and my family. You only care to be involved when you want something. So don't bother anymore, because I'm not doing anything extra for you. I can't stand to watch the way you treat your father, but he is your father so he will take it. I won't. I'm not your mom. I never wanted to be your mom. I just wanted to be someone in your life who loved you and who you loved back. An equal respect for each other. But forget that. You better start appreciating your dad, because he's all you got left that is willing to do whatever he can for you.
And one more thing young man. You EVER and I mean EVER touch MY son again and I will either call the cop so. You and they can deal with you, or I'll kick your ass myself. And you could probably use a good ass whooping. Maybe then you wouldn't be such a little asshole. But I'm warning you, do NOT touch any of my kids again or you will be very, very sorry. Got it?"
Skid: sniffle sniffle "yes"
Me: them go on up to your bed.

I took the power cord from his tv box earlier. And wouldn't you know....I don't remember where I put it...damn. That dementia must be contagious around here.

But again...Cheers!