Minimus now sober. Was apprehended by police because he was lurching around amongst moving traffic on bypass - no charge, could have been much worse.
Minimus wants to live with his Dad (unfortunately the feeling is not mutual). Have told him to phone his Dad this evening and see what he says. Disaster will ensue.
Have told him that he still - and will always have - a home here, but that we need groundrules for everyone to stick to. He's 18 next week, for God's sake.
Trouble with M is that he hates everybody; his Dad for leaving; me for numerous reasons; Primus because he's gay and has a different Dad to M; Secundus because - well, because; Tertius because he's not blood family. And most importantly - and this is the bit where I could just howl, because clearly I have failed my youngest and most vulnerable son - he hates himself.
I have told OH that whatever happens, M is my son and that is where my priority must lie. M was in the room at the time - all the family were - and SO (who for some reason M stands in awe of) explained to M that I had made a Big Sacrifice for him.
Tertius, SO and Minimus have gone down pub (soft drinks only for M) to do a bit of 'hey, we're no relation to each other, we're just mates out down the pub' time. Primus is doing something fanciful in kitchen for tea. Secundus nowhere to be seen.
Have suddenly realised that Minimus has never, ever told me that he loves me. And he may be a despicable, filthy, ill-mannered little yob but he is my son and I would kill anyone who did anything to upset him.
Sorry about the rant.