...crickets...

M: (sitting on edge of bed) i'm really upset because i think Z is still using drugs.
W: (standing, now with arms crossed) why do you say that?
M: have you beeen in his room yet since you got home? did you smell anything?
W: yea, lots of cologne. so?
M: there are more smells in there than that. doesn't it strike you as odd that it smells that strongly of cologne this late in the afternoon?
W: (crickets)
M: he and [his friend] went over to [neighbour]'s house, which i've figured out is code for, "we're going over there to smoke dope since you won't let us do it here." I was outside when they came back. When I came in, they went downstairs to play video games. The entire upstairs stunk of his body spray, so i closed his door. i could still mell the pot through the cloud of Axe.
Granted, he isn't smoking here like we've told him not to, but for crying out loud. This can't keep happening.
W: (arms still crossed) well, what do you want ME to do about it??

M: ...(crickets)...


i fight this battle every day. my heart aches for our youngest son who is seeing one of his older brothers get away with this stuff on a regular basis. it isn't right. i feel that my partner in this is apathetic about the drugs: "it could be worse, you know."

now that's just crazy talk.