My 17 year old son punched my wife/his mom in the face fracturing her upper jaw and breaking her nose. He's in jail and she's in a great deal of pain and will have to have surgery to pin her upper jaw together. All because of his use of drugs and alcohol.
He started using marijuana when he was 13 and drinking when he was 15. All I heard from Reddit was it's harmless, he's not hurting anyone, everyone's doing it, he's just releaving stress. Fuck every last one of you who thinks that. Because of that, and despite our best efforts he never learned coping skills. He reported on the drugs and getting drink to cope with problems. He was working at a really good job, but in this state high school students have to be passing their classes to work. He didn't ask his down time high and has skipped almost every day of classes this year. School reported this to his employer and he got fired. We didn't find this out till after the fact. So he doesn't all day in his room drinking and getting high. By 9 last not he is wasted out of his gourd and good news, he's apparently the violent drunk type. He was in a drunken stupor and had decided he needed a phone but his cell phone and our house phone weren't seeking to work for him so he demanded my wife's phone which she declined. He then became violent with her ending up with him punching her in the face at least once. She was a little confused so we're not sure exactly how many times he hit her. I was in the barn oblivious working and she comes in just completely drenched in blood. I'm not kidding or exaggerating in any way when I say she had so much blood covering her she looked like Carrie at the prom. I call 911 and have just enough time to tell them to send the cops when my son comes in and starts attacking her again. I get in between them but get shoved down a couple times. I finally separate him from her and push him out off the barn. The last I saw of him was he was in hand cuffs and was being escorted to the police car. I had to do a witness statement and all, my wife went to the ER alone (because I had to watch the other kids). She didn't get home till 3:30 and I spent that time trying to clean the blood up. I finally went to bed at 5 and got a few hours. When I woke up I noticed that my black shoes looked brown from a distance without my glasses. When I went to look closer I realized that at some point in the fight my wife's blood got all over the shoe. Then I looked at my leg and realized that it was solid red, completely caked with her blood from the top of my foot to halfway up my calf on the outside. It looked so fake, like someone had spray painted my leg with that slightly wrong color fake blood they used to use in 70's horror flicks. There must have been at least a full cup of blood on my leg, pants, and shoe before it dried. That's not even counting what I cleaned up around the house, too. I couldn't get it off, either. I scrubbed it with soap and water and barely made a dent. I hope nothing happens to anyone around here in the near future because I now have the term "how do I wash blood of of soon