There was only one time I reached the point of laughter. When I had finally reached my breaking point and told him to get out of my house, he was in my face literally screaming as loud as he could. Calling me any name he could think of, accusing me of anything that his limited brain could concoct....and I just started laughing. I am not sure if it was hysteria or what but I could not stop. He did not even know how to react. I still chuckle when I think of the look on his face when he realized the words were just not having the same effect.
The laughter was good and I knew that moment it was laugh and walk away or be lost in the insanity forever.