I kept very busy most of this weekend. School starts on Tuesday, woohoo! We had a wonderful break from the RADish, who seemed to have a good weekend as well. The family he was with was strict, but it sounded like he still had an okay time. He admitted that he was "almost glad to see us" when we picked him up. What a wonderful thing for him to say. It's akin to watching monkeys use tools for the first time.

He seemed to swing back and forth between being glad to see us and being mad at us for "getting rid of him". Several times, he seemed to being trying to trick us into admitting this. He said he's "not that bad" so he didn't know why we'd want to send him away. I think I'll make a list of grievances.

He refuses to pick up after himself.
He uses vulgar language
He's arguementative
He's hostile
He's rude to the animals
He is rude and nasty to everyone in the house
He's a slob
He won't clean his room
He won't do his laundry on a regular basis
He uses us--we provide a few vital services and that's it
He negotiates every part of his life
He refuses to engage us in a reciprocal relationship

This last one is not really an irritant, it's something to be pitied. Since he won't give and always takes, he never becomes vulnerable enough to have emotional ties of any significance with anyone. That is heartbreaking. However, all I can muster up these days is pity, at the very most. To say it's not easy to live with someone like this is an understatement. Often it's like living in a war zone. Always on guard, rarely able to relax. Always making sure everything within the war zone is secured, locked, and under surveillance. Not a good way to live