Heartstone:
My son did not come back to our home. He had a girlfriend all through this. She was a great gal to stick by him through all of this. He did so great for a long time, I mean really great, but then they broke up and he used this as an excuse to do it again!!
The last time he got out he went into a rehab! When he got out of the rehab, he went into a sober-living environment. That was hysterical too! It was an apartment he shared with two older men. I think one must have had the beginning of Alzhemeirs (sp?) He would come home from work just in time to see the old guy "piddling" in the corner. He tried to stop him, and head him in the right direction, but it happened over and over.
My son, being such a "neat freak" went nuts and had to get out! He never even would sleep in the bed without first buying three mattress covers! OMG, reminds me of when he was in prison and complained about the thread count on the pillow case! Oh how we laughed about that one!
Remember, that one Ann!!!
Hugs, Devastated