The Journal of FreeDragon

 On Saturday, December 28th, we found Youngest Son. It was pure chance. Someone came to our house to buy car parts. My husband started telling the story. Then the person realized they had heard this story before.  We got the address where he was staying. He was going by a different name. We called the police. CPD has balls. They just went in the house and got him.  We had to go pick him up from the police station. Youngest Son was sitting in the police car shaking like a leaf. I got my daughter to convince him to get out of the car and come home with us.  He is still clinging to lies. There's lots of gaps and conflicting details in his stories. Some of it is he doesn't want to tell us, and some of it, I think, is he did so many drugs that he's no longer sure of reality.  He had been smoking weed right before he was picked up. He smelled horrible, so my husband made him shower as soon as he got home. However, his clothes were in the house. I have a THC allergy. I...

Yesterday, I planned to take down the tree. After that, I wanted to move furniture. Middle Son wasn't home. But some of my grandkids were. I thought Z was off work. Around 10 in the morning, the kids were driving remote control cars into my furniture and pounding on the piano. I told Z I had a headache, come get his children. And that's when I found out he was at work; I would have the kids until after 5.  I wanted to cry.  Nothing got moved or packed up.  Middle Son came home around dark. Sometime while he was at his friend's house, he decided to travel with his grandparents to his aunt's house, where he will stay for a week. That works out better, because now I can deep clean and remove the vape residue. Already, my rashes are dying down. I hope they go away. I really hope Middle Son decides to live with his aunt or his grandparents. That way my rashes don't come back.  I have made a few changes to my art. I am journaling about my art so that I stay focused. And I...