The Social Guy moved out this week. He’s 17 and a Sophomore in High School. On one hand it seems like it was way too early for him to start this new chapter in his life…on the other hand it would seem like it wasn’t soon enough.
We love the kid. He loves us. It’s not a huge, dramatic thing, but it could have been. It’s been really peaceful around the house since he left. He came over to visit this morning and within an hour and a half I knew him moving out was the right decision:
His personality is big and bold – probably even bigger and bolder since he left. He came in and started rough-housing with The Brainiac and wouldn’t settle down. He distracted his sister from her studies. He asked to drive my car when I took him to pick up a friend. He left candy and candy wrappers out on the table. He decided against having lunch and instead grabbed chips out of the pantry and ate them out of the bag. He dropped chips on the floor and hollered for the dog. I told him the dog was downstairs and he just left the chips on the floor.
Then he told a story to The Brainiac (who is 10) and The Artist (who is 16) about a friend of his at work who moved out of his parents’ house. This friend came for a visit on Christmas and decided to open a window in his room and smoke pot. The friend got busted and his parents kicked him out. The Social Guy says, “What kind of parents kick their kid out on Christmas?”
My blood is now boiling. I say, “What kind of kid smokes pot in his parents’ house?!?!?”
The Social Guy continues to talk about his friend and how this friend used to be a drug dealer. The Social Guy starts to brag about how this friend used to make $60,000 a day selling drugs. Me? I’m trying to hold it together so I won’t scream at him to shut the fuck up…
The story continues with The Social Guy saying that his friend got busted because he was giving free drugs away at a fair and the police saw him. His friend had to go to jail for a little bit. The Social Guy continues on and on about how sex, drugs, and violence rule the world….by now I’ve had enough.
“MATT!”, I scream, “ENOUGH!”
His ride comes just a few seconds later. My blood pressure is through the roof. We say good-bye and he leaves the front door wide open as he leaves…
Do you have any experience with a teen moving out before they are ‘supposed to’? How about how to transition from being a parent of a minor to being a parent of a young adult? Maybe you just want to wish me ‘good-luck’…