Car trouble

In May my sweet hubby took me for a long weekend to the beach for my birthday. Son Jake was to stay with hubby's parents, Jakes grandparents. Well, Jake pulled a fast one on Gramma and Poppie, he left like he was going to the bus stop, but of course, he didn't really do that. The first day, a Thursday, he went and hung out all day with a lady who we call his fairy god mother. She is very wealthy and if he helps her do any little thing she gives him $$. He told her he had missed the bus. She SHOULD have taken him to school right then, oh well, Jake is not her responsibility. The second day, a Friday, he left like going to the bus again and again did not do that. I am unsure what he did all that day. Saturday and Sunday Gramma took him to the park and to the lake and dropped him off to play for the day. When hubby and I return on Sunday around 2PM, while unloading the SUV we drove down, hubby calls to me, "Cin what happened to your car??". I run to the garage and there is my car, a Toyota Camrey, with a smashed front quarter panel. Then we notice that the garage door and track and wall were bashed as well. Hubby decides "someone" tried to seal my car and proceeds to call the Sheriff. I knew immediately that Jake was the culpret. Hubby didn't want to believe it. We and Sheriff railed on Jake and he would not confess. Sheriff took the statements and left. The next day Jake confessed to his dad, saying he was going to back it out to wash it. Yeah, right. Lay out of school, wreck Mom's car, lie about it, Happy Birthday Mom.

Sad

My Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer 6 months ago. She went through surgery to remove the mass, then IV chemo. The Chemo made her so very sick. She was not able to do anything, she didn't even feel up to watching TV. The Chemo didn't work so the Dr. put her on oral Tarceva. The Dr. believes it is working, but she is still so sick. She feels awful all the time, can't eat, doesn't get around well. She has fallen so many times I can't count because she is so weak. Vicious cycle, can't eat so can't get strength back. She is wasting away and it is breaking my heart. Yesterday Hubbys Mom was diagnosed with Breast cancer. How much can one family take? I am afraid for Hubbys Mom. I don't want to see her waste away too. So very sad I just can't say.

A little history

I am 49 years old, married to a wonderful man and have a stepson. Hubby and his first wife adopted stepson. I too was previously married (20 years), in a bad marriage. Ex husband lived his life outside the marriage and dropped in on occasion. Ex expected this to be acceptable. I felt like I ran a boarding house, with an occasional boarder, eat, sleep, do his laundry, then off again to play. So, I escaped that hell. Met a wonderful man and got married 7 years ago. Problem being is stepson. He has problems. Lots and lots of problems. Lets call stepson Jake. Jake causes so much turmoil in our home you just can't know what it is like. Thus, the anxiety and depression. I am on medication for this but it only helps a small amount. This blog will document the wild and craziness that is my life. I will begin with the last big hoohaa that Jake created. We purchased a 2005 Yukon, beautiful, Perfect! The carpet still had the plastic like from the factory, with only 33,000 miles! I fell in love with it and we need a vehicle that can tow a boat. So perfect! We went to the beach in South Carolina for a weeks vacation in new to us vehicle (had it 2 weeks), tow boat, 2 dogs and all the stuff you need for a week at the beach. On Friday of that week Jake wakes us up at 4 AM saying, "our car just got stolen". What? Huh? I am asleep, as is hubby. Hubby jumps out of bed runs outside and sure enough vehicle gone. Seems that Jake had been going out every night to the pool at the complex then going to the car to talk on his cell (we didn't know he had) and watch DVD's in the car. Some drug types with casing the area apparently and watched Jake cavort all night for a few nights. Then on Friday at 4 AM when he was making his nightly prowl, they came up to him with a knife and demanded the keys and off they go. We had to have hubby's dad come and get us and the dogs, and one of hubby’s employees came with a pick up to haul the boat back. Geezz, what a nice vacation. The detectives found the car three days later. So hubby and I have to take a day from work to go and retrieve it. I was literally sick. The ones that stole it had taken it for a trail ride, amongst other things. The thieves 5 of them went to a local grocery store and left the receipt in the car, with the date and time stamp. So the detectives got the security video and know who they all are, just a matter of rounding them up. The beautiful vehicle was so messed up. Filthy, filthy, scratched from the trail ride, seats with burn marks, dash dismantled, console dismantled, just amazing what was done in only 3 days. Today, 3 weeks later we should be able to pick up the repaired vehicle. I have only driven it 3 times. Depressing. Now when We go to bed, I hide all the keys to everything. This is just the last debacle, I will post about all the others later.