Wow T., what a lot to go through. Just by fact alone that your family is still together tells me you are a very strong person. Continue to use that strength to get through the rest of this ~ you can do it. No matter what, you have to continue to be strong with your son and stand your ground (as others have said), but always asure your son you love him. The long black hair and leather jacket are phase material, which he may just grow tired of. What is most important is that he get his education one way or another so that he may be successful in life later. Start getting is mind going, let him know he will have to move out at 18 to go to college or work. Seriously ask him what he has in mind for college and what he wants to be. Show him how much rent is and how much it cost to run a house. Be sure during the summer he is working and is responsible for something financially.
At age 16, I told my daughter she had to get a job. The telling got old and I finally said, "I mean today, now, go get a job. Do not come home until you have a job or it is 5:00 p.m." She cried and I told her to quit crying cause that wouldn't help her. By day 2, she had a job at Pappa Johns Pizza. We GAVE her a car to get to work in, a 2 year old 4x4 Ford Ranger. She smashed it up and so I took it right back from her and told her she still had to go to work. She came home with roller blades and she roller bladed to work. She did not know how to roller blade at the time. Mind you, we live in Summerlin and there are plenty of hills or slopes. She fell twice and called me to tell me and I asked if anything broke. One time she said my leg is all scraped up. I drove down to Pappa Johns with a bottle of peroxide and pulled her out of work to pour the peroxide on her leg and sent her right back in there. Don't get me wrong, this all killed me.
She ditched school, let grades fall, just as most kids do. I had a hard time getting through to her, but my husband (not her natural father) would get after her and she would break down.
She went to college in 2001. She went to FIDM in LA, which started in October, but she was to be down there by mid September. Well, 9-11 hit and she pleaded for us not to send her and I thought I would have a heart attack sending her. We finally had to tell her we were all going to die sometime and if nothing happened she would miss out on part of her life. I drove her down to LA with a Thomas Guide, a car, and a case of Romen noodles. She dropped me off at the airport the next morning and I could see her chin quivering in the door mirror when she drove away. I knew she was scared and I was scared for her. I knew I had to suck it up in order for her to have a future.
Today, she works at Le Reve at the Wynn. She is happy there and makes descent money. She moved out and lives with her boyfriend, but she is on her own (no mommy and daddy).
All the names and F off's that she said to me are all a part of the past. She knows I love her and I am proud of her, although I was not always proud of every decision or choice she made, but today we laugh about it.
Please stand your ground, keep pushing him, ignore the names and keep working that kid! If it doesn't work, you will know it is not because you didn't try. Good luck to you. HUGS!