No Guts, Kay
Well, last night after more than two years to of gathering 'guts', we have asked my now 32 yr. old son to leave; he left, stating he deserved it and it is ok; we cried but felt relieved. After my older son, (who came from NY to help), came home around 7:30 pm after dropping him off at his requested place from where a friend would take him, we talked: that reality has not hit yet; he did not accept money my older son offered-- that he had $40.00; that we needed to stay strong for calls that will start coming.
Well the calls have started- first one at 6:30am;he told me when his friend saw his bag he told him he could not stay with him and put him in hotel near our home, using his $40 and some from his pocket; in the last call, (about 40 minutes ago), he asked if he could come back because he misses the family and his dog. It took all I had to say no. Then I started writing this to beg for strength from some stronger soul; last night I gave him list of shelters and an Oxford House list; told him he still had three hours in the hotel room to make calls for a place and offered to take him there.
ANY guidence will help...thank you