Friday, my wife and I went to visit the stepson at the mental ward. The "doctor" met with all of us as well as the stepson's social worker. The "doctor" rolled her eyes a lot for some unknown reason... like this whole thing with the stepson is just a made up crap. About over that hindi freak.
We took him cigs. He spent the entire time making damn sure to piss everyone off by telling us all that he hated everyone that he was just going to bide his time until he got out and then he would leave our house and never come back because we are nothing to him and he hates me and he thinks that if his mom just leaves me, divorces me that she would be so much happier and he would become her son again otherwise she was nothing to him and he couldn't be kept longer than five days and no he wouldn't take a test because he was completely sane and sure he'll take the test if it will get him out of there quicker and no he isn't going to take a test because HE is the normal one and he's just biding his time and then he's outta there in five days because they can't hold him any longer because he is completely sane and doesn't NEED to take any tests and they should be testing his mom and I and they can't hold him longer than five days.
That was basically the jist of the meeting.
*sigh*
