This is my first post. I have never had any issues, I am 60 years old and married for 19 years. My wife's son from a prior marriage is 21 he is Bi-polar, wont work, stays high on different drugs all day, has serious anger issues and can get violent during these anger episodes. His father called us aprox 1.5 years ago and said that we was living in crack houses and he thought that if he moved out here with us, things might get better because we live in another state so we agreed, I have asked him before if he could help out around the house by doing little things but it has gotten to the point that I live in constant fear, this young man is much bigger than I am. 2 months ago, my wife and I were in our bedroom talking and he thought we were talking about him, he busted through our bedroom door and grabbed me and put his arms around my neck, and started chocking me, he finally let go but I was really traumatized. He refuses to take any of his meds, he spends all the money his father sends him on different types of drugs instead of his medication. With all of this being said, he had an issue with his car, he is no mechanic but he attempted to put a water pump on it 2 days ago and broke one of the bolts off into the block, he immediately became a powder keg, called me crying so I told him not to worry, I took off work early, went home and fixed it. My wife came in an hour or so later with Taco Bell. He won't eat vegetables so she orders his without, well, the order got messed up and there were vegetables on everything. While my wife got upset and had a few choice words to say about Taco Bell, He got extremely upset, angry and started calling her a b_ _ ch and cussing her at the top of his lungs. I was sitting on the couch between the 2 of them putting away my tools. She went to the bedroom, away from the situation. he walked into the kitchen. I stood up, took a few steps towards the kitchen slowly an said, come on man please don't talk to mom like this at which point, he lunge at me screaming again, like he had done before in our bedroom. I had one of the tools in my hand and I blindly swung it at him hoping that he would back off but he didn't, in retrospect, I guess I should have just allowed him to jump on me, because he did that anyway. he was actually hit by the tool though and required some stitches and now he is threatening to kill me..... I feel so ashamed of reacting the way I did and don't know what to do now. He left this morning to go back 3 states over, to stay with his father but I feel just horribly ashamed of my reaction and I just don't know how to get past this.
Depressed