For several days nothing was said.  Then one night Tim had gone to bed and his father said he wanted to talk with me.  So I sat down to hear what he had to say.  He told me that he hadn't raised Tim that way, that he didn't want me to leave the house. That I meant more to him, cause I treated him like a father.  And that I took excellent care of him.  I told him that I would speak with Tim and see what needed to be done. And that I would go from there.  But I wasn't making any promises on anything.

Tim moved into another bedroom and we continued to care for his father.  I made it very clear to the whole family I was still there because of their father's request. And their opinions were not wanted or needed, this is the way it is gonna be.
 

During all this Bobby had taken to getting in to alot of trouble at school. The school recommended counseling, so we made an appointment and they did the usual tests.  Come to find out he was a normal intelligent child.  Bobby learned real quick what to say to the counselor, but the minute we got out of 
the door.... BOOM ... right back to the same behavior.

Except now he took to have physical fights with us.  And kids at school. So we decided that the counseling he was getting wasn't going to do it. We had him admitted to a local hospital that dealt with problem children. Nine days there...... what a joke.   They did absolutely nothing for him. He just learned new tricks to pull on us when he got home.
 

Tim was now openly seeing his girlfriend.  This didn't bother me as long as she wasn't spoken of or seen.  I had considered our marriage over by that point. We had been married for about nine years.

Then I got a phone call from my father with some news.  My ex husband had been found dead with a gunshot wound to the head.  First was ruled as a suicide, but on speaking to his sister there were alot of problems with that ruling. This was in May of 94. 

Bobby's behavior went from bad to worse.  He stole anything he could get his hands on. And anytime Tim would leave for an "evening out".  I would have a major fight on my hands with Bobby.
 

One night after Tim had left, Bobby came after me with all he had and a hand rake from the porch in his hand.  I managed to get the hand rake away from him and threw it back out the door.  We had the next forty five minutes of him yelling and cussing me, and anything he could get his hands on would be thrown or hit me with it.  I had enough of this.  It was time to put a stop to it.   Bobby had gotten a hold of a butcher knife off the rack in the kitchen. I thought yep this is it...... somebody is gonna get hurt.    He stood there looking at me, the look on his face clearly showed he had no control over this. There was my advantage in the situation.  He can't think when he does this..... I can.  I stood across the kitchen  and I told him that if he was gonna be man enough to pull a knife on me his mother, they he best have the balls to follow through. 
 

Well he came at me with that knife in the air.  I thought OH SHIT...... what have I done.  As soon as he was in reach I took ahold of the one hand with the knife, and balled up my
fist and hit him in the stomach with all the strength I had.  Please keep in mind that this child at the age of twelve, was as tall as I am, and out weighed me by 20 pounds.  So I figured it to be a fair fight
 

The hit took the air out of him real quick.  I took the knife away from him and rammed it a good inch into the counter top.  I picked up the phone and called the girlfriends house, told her that Tim needed to get his butt home in five minutes.  And she asked me "Well what happens if he don't?"   I said.... "Listen lady I just had a hour fight with his son, and I just took a 10 inch butcher knife away from him. And if Tim didn't get home I would be bringing my ass to her house to get him. And it wouldn't be in her best interest to get in my way, cause I was not in the mood
 

Tim showed up in less than five minutes.  We packed a bag for Bobby and back to the hospital we went.   After filling out the mountain of paperwork, we were told that someone would contact us as to when we could come for visits and meet the doctor.

Well three days later we get an appointment for a consultation with the doctor. He walks in and tells us what a polite wonderful little boy we had.  We sat there with out mouths hanging open.  But the doctor says...... He has alot of anger. I thought ok........and said Now tell me something I don't know.  He said that they would medicate him to help control the outbursts of anger and then discharge
him and visits would be on a outpatient status.
 

Basically what it boiled down to...... They did absolutely nothing for us or Bobby. It was a total joke.  60 thousand dollars in hospital and doctor bills and they can't tell me something I don't know already..... What a major waste of time and money. But we continued with the outpatient counseling. 

By then I decided I could not keep up with all this, and Bobby and I moved back to my mother's house.   And we filed for a divorce.  We went to one attorney a friend of
Tim's.  And the attorney told me that he could not represent both of us. I told him that I understood that. And that Tim and I had agreed on certain things on the settlement. Also told him that if I didn't get what I wanted, then I would find me the biggest man hating female lawyer I could find and I would win and walk away with what I wanted and more.  So if he had a problem with this .... fine just say the word. And I would be history.  He told me no that was fine, as long as Tim agreed to all the demands.
 

So now I'm twenty nine years old with a sociopathic son and two divorces. How wonderful.