Time heals all wounds

The newest crisis involving my son, as I've said previously is that he's now on the verge of getting left back. My entire household is in turmoil behind this, not to mention his mother adding to the drama and hysteria of it all! I have been asked by his mother if he can now come every weekend as opposed to the normal bi-weekly routine. His mother has basically thrown in the towel and turned over the bulk of the parenting responsibilities to me. I guess she has her own problems dealing with a 2 year old from her current marriage, and an a-hole of a husband that makes his dislike for my son well known. Her husband is unemployed and stays at home with the 2 year old and has very little patience for my son. Didn't it dawn on this idiot at some point, that women with children are a package deal and having a woman choose between her child and this butt head of a man is not the natural order of things??????????????? I bite my tongue when it comes to this moron because I don't want to make the situation worse for my son, but from the looks of things, he's clearly behind enemy lines.

His mother has been advocating him moving back in with me, but my issue is leaving him alone in my home unattended. I have explained to his mother that's not going to happen until he gains back the trust that I've lost for him. He's already stolen every item of value that I had and I have yet to come to terms with this. My other issue is that he lived with me for 3 years and was becoming a well rounded young man. He was bright, articulate, expressive, wrote poetry and had so many aspirations dancing around in his head. I have watched the little boy I created, over a period of time, morph into a kid straight from hell, with no regard or respect for anything or anyone around him. Thanks to the lack of attention he gets from his mother and the feelings of being displaced in his current situation, this is his way of acting out and "giving back", unfortunately I'm the one that's catching the give back.

I'm having a hard time understanding what happened to the nice young man I sent to her and what went wrong. I took it for granted that once he moved in with his mom that he would continue on the road I paved for him , dam life can be so simple if we let it be as such. Now that he's not the wonderful adoring little boy he used to be, she no longer wants him around. Despite the issues I'm having with him, my heart goes out to him and in some ways I feel his pain. In some cases time does heal all wounds. I still have my anger issues over him stealing my things but I also understand that he needs me to be a father to him, and as the road that intertwines our lives together continues, this is a cross that I will forever bare.