(((((((Krhea)))))))))
I'm sure most of you remember when I had my son arrested?
He called every hour on the hour, begging for me to come and bail him out.
I thought my heart would break in two.
Then we tried the house arrest thing. Yeah! That went over like a lead balloon. He used twice in one week and I ended up paying the dealer for him. Arrggggg! Then when I had him taken back in, he was calling and telling me all kinds of awful "stories". Told me was was molested one night and people were stealing his food. It turned out to be all b*llsh*t. All of it.
He sheepishly admitted it after being there a month. Matter o' fact, he thanked me and told me he needed to "get away". That it was the best thing that could have happened to him.
He never shot heroin again after that.
Granted he drank awhile. (done with that, thank God)
Smoked weed (rarely, cause he can't afford it)
Now he talks to a drug counselor once a month and is at least trying to live a normal drug-free life. He's matured so much in the last two years. I'm amazed by it.
I would reccommend you stick to your guns, sweetie. No matter how hard it is. He is learning, growing, maturing, and experiencing life on life's terms now.
Big hugs and loads of prayers and support.
Love ya,