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Ok, another trial in the life of me and though I run the risk again of being told by my AWers that I'm sort of out in left field, I'll give you my dilemma because I know that, if nothing else, you all will be honest with me. This is long-winded but there's a lot of back story:
I've wrote about this problem before here, but now it's coming to a head: Stepson moved in a year ago - he told his dad he wanted to go to law school and wanted to save money (I wasn't involved in that conversation). This was incredibly difficult for me, because we have a small ranch house with one bathroom (thankfully a full usable basement with a second TV room) but I had to give up a lot of personal space and, really give up a part of me (I don't have children). I rearranged rooms, pulled furniture into place so he would have his own room. It was hard but I said, well, I'm doing it to let him become an achiever and to get to the next phase of his life.
I should say a little about stepson: Cute, lovable, a great big heart, very intelligent. BUT: incredibly loud, boisterous, a real fraternity boy, if you know what I mean - a lot of bravado.
So, SS moves in. He talks a lot about law school, where he wants to go but I get an inkling within the first few weeks that he's full of shit because the only thing he wants to do is party and keep his social network afloat - he is a HUGE social butterfly. Red flags went up also in August when he told me how important it was for him to be the commissioner of his fantasy football league. I have a conversation with him to let him know that I'll help him any way I can - he says no, I want to choose the law school all by myself. Fine.
By November he stops talking about law school - my husband finally had to drag it out of him that he decided not to go. Then he tells me one night that he was never really serious about it.
Well I was involved through all of this with finishing my MS and sending it out to agents, so it wasn't until February that I finally woke up and realized that we had been far too easy on him in his decision not to go to law school. And this was brought home one day when he announced, in his very loud way so that the whole block could hear him, that he was getting yet another tattoo.
Now I know what you're going to say and before you clobber me, hear me out: I could care less about the tattoo, or about the fact that he considers beer pong at his fraternity to be an important social event (it coincided with the NFL draft - a big day for sports fans) or that the next big Saturday night party seems to be the only thing he cares about. I should menion that SS works in a law firm but he's basically doing collections, although they put a spin on it and call it paralegal.
My problem is that I turned my life around for someone going to law school - I didn't do it to support beer pong or a tattoo. I have been growing steadily angrier over the last several months - I told my husband five months ago how angry I was and there's reasons for why I've had to wait so long for the BIG talk - suffice to say, there were other problems my husband was having and he didn't want the added stress.
Let me also add that SS pays no rent, has not contributed anything toward the house in the last year and I can count on one hand how many times he's actually performed chores.
Spoiled? Indulged? Yeah, I've used those words.
So the BIG talk is Wednesday. Now SS has also mentioned that he plans to buy a townhouse although that was several months ago and, you guessed it, not a word since. My goal is to tell him how angry I've been, get him to face f***ing reality and try to get past the age of 17. My husband thinks I'm right, by the way, but he also thinks that I'm mean. I think SS needs a big fat boulder to land on him to get him to wake up and I intend to be tough (my husband's a marshmallow when it comes to his son).
But because I don't have children I always have to gauge myself against others who do. What do you think? Would you be tough on him?
Sorry again for the long-winded essay.
I've wrote about this problem before here, but now it's coming to a head: Stepson moved in a year ago - he told his dad he wanted to go to law school and wanted to save money (I wasn't involved in that conversation). This was incredibly difficult for me, because we have a small ranch house with one bathroom (thankfully a full usable basement with a second TV room) but I had to give up a lot of personal space and, really give up a part of me (I don't have children). I rearranged rooms, pulled furniture into place so he would have his own room. It was hard but I said, well, I'm doing it to let him become an achiever and to get to the next phase of his life.
I should say a little about stepson: Cute, lovable, a great big heart, very intelligent. BUT: incredibly loud, boisterous, a real fraternity boy, if you know what I mean - a lot of bravado.
So, SS moves in. He talks a lot about law school, where he wants to go but I get an inkling within the first few weeks that he's full of shit because the only thing he wants to do is party and keep his social network afloat - he is a HUGE social butterfly. Red flags went up also in August when he told me how important it was for him to be the commissioner of his fantasy football league. I have a conversation with him to let him know that I'll help him any way I can - he says no, I want to choose the law school all by myself. Fine.
By November he stops talking about law school - my husband finally had to drag it out of him that he decided not to go. Then he tells me one night that he was never really serious about it.
Well I was involved through all of this with finishing my MS and sending it out to agents, so it wasn't until February that I finally woke up and realized that we had been far too easy on him in his decision not to go to law school. And this was brought home one day when he announced, in his very loud way so that the whole block could hear him, that he was getting yet another tattoo.
Now I know what you're going to say and before you clobber me, hear me out: I could care less about the tattoo, or about the fact that he considers beer pong at his fraternity to be an important social event (it coincided with the NFL draft - a big day for sports fans) or that the next big Saturday night party seems to be the only thing he cares about. I should menion that SS works in a law firm but he's basically doing collections, although they put a spin on it and call it paralegal.
My problem is that I turned my life around for someone going to law school - I didn't do it to support beer pong or a tattoo. I have been growing steadily angrier over the last several months - I told my husband five months ago how angry I was and there's reasons for why I've had to wait so long for the BIG talk - suffice to say, there were other problems my husband was having and he didn't want the added stress.
Let me also add that SS pays no rent, has not contributed anything toward the house in the last year and I can count on one hand how many times he's actually performed chores.
Spoiled? Indulged? Yeah, I've used those words.
So the BIG talk is Wednesday. Now SS has also mentioned that he plans to buy a townhouse although that was several months ago and, you guessed it, not a word since. My goal is to tell him how angry I've been, get him to face f***ing reality and try to get past the age of 17. My husband thinks I'm right, by the way, but he also thinks that I'm mean. I think SS needs a big fat boulder to land on him to get him to wake up and I intend to be tough (my husband's a marshmallow when it comes to his son).
But because I don't have children I always have to gauge myself against others who do. What do you think? Would you be tough on him?
Sorry again for the long-winded essay.