Police Cars and Mental Hospitals.

It's 6:00 (IN THE MORNING!) and D tells me to sign his test. As my coffee is brewing (Note: I still haven't had a cup of coffee) he slaps a test on the counter and hands me a pen. "30%?!" Yes, I raised my voice. D claims that the class is hard and I need to chill out. "But I haven't seen you crack a single book. Sure, the class is probably hard... but you have to study!" HERE.WE.GO.

D decides that I deserve to be called any and every obscene name-ever. I respond with "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Whelp. That didn't do much good. World War III- let's go.

After about 5 minutes of taking a verbal beating, I told D that he needed to just go outside and wait for the bus. He did. WHEW! Nope- he comes storming back in the house and demands, "WE'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS, NOW." Um. Excuse me? I was actually proud of myself *back pat* because I remained calm and told him, again, to go to the bus stop and we'd discuss it after school- when we both had a chance to cool off. He goes outside and I go in my bathroom to begin getting ready for work. Crisis averted, again.

*blood curdling scream* I run outside to find a wrought iron chair in the middle of the yard and my other son weeping and trembling. D has decided to turn his anger towards his brother. He's now standing in the middle of the street, screaming obscenities, and LIGHTS UP A CIGARETTE! (I almost stroked out.) Then, he proceeds to throw rocks at the windows of my car and attempt to bash in the garage door. *FREAK OUT MODE*

I run in the house and lock the door. I didn't allow my other son to go to the bus stop for fear of him getting hurt. D begins to kick in the door. (I now need a new front door. But, I can't afford one. Awesome.) We are terrified so I called 9-1-1. D is in the background screaming "this is why I want to kill myself!" and "this is why I cut!" It seemed like an eternity waiting on the police to arrive... When the police finally arrived, they suggested we transport D to an acute psych unit. So we did. 

Here we are again. When will this cycle end? Will it take someone getting severely hurt or even killed? What am I supposed to do? I'm doing everything I know to do. I really am.