I finally learned to send my son out into the New England winter.
Yes, it was hard! Yes, I was scared that he would die. DAMN scared! He's my only child. I cried when he called, crying about how cold he was; would I *please* pick him up. He *promised* to be good.
I faltered. I picked him up.
He robbed me again. And left with my computer. He didn't even take the brand new winter coat, hat and gloves I had just bought him. His mind was solely on the next "fix" my computer was going to get him.
The next night, he called crying again. Please, pick him up. I did. I fed him, and told him to take a hot shower. And I called the police.
When I had it to do all over again, and YES, I *did* have it to do all over again when he got out of jail, I never picked him up again. He lived on the streets. He got arrested. Went to jail again. And again. And finally, after his best friend died of an OD, he decided enough was enough.
When will *you* have enough?
The others are right, Barb. Meetings. For YOU.
Learn to live free of the addiction before it kills you...
You deserve it.
And he has his HP to look after him. Don't underestimate G*D.
Shalom....