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I shared with you how I had my son leave my home because he's not in a good place right now. 

Yesterday he was sitting outside my home when I pulled up.  I asked him why he was here - Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful he's okay but I can't be an enabler.                                                                              

He had a couple of reasons why he popped in, but I know the real one is that he thought no one would be home and he was hoping he could get in to eat, crash, and find something to sell at a pawn shop. As horrible as that sounds it's the reality of how a drug addict operates.                                                          

I told him he couldn't stay so naturally he complained about being on the streets as he placed blame on everyone. Of course, not taking responsibility for anything is another trait of his addiction, but I felt compassion and some empathy for him so I said you can spend the night but you need to figure it out in the morning because you have to leave. It seems as if the words "you can spend the night" had just come out of my mouth when I heard my phone ringing. It was Krystal, (Focus Wraps) we were discussing business when I mentioned that my son had showed up and was trying to stay. She said, "Carolyn you know he can't stay and you know what you have to do." She went on to say how hard it is for a mother to put her child out, but assured me that he knows the streets and he'll be okay. She's absolutely right.

He did leave but was back at 5:30 a.m knocking at my door, and now he's passed out on my couch. So here I go again explaining to him why he can't live here, persuading him to leave, and him not comprehending anything I say.

Have a beautiful Friday!

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  2. You have to let them know you love them and yet turn your back for them to feel the full impact of where they are in life and how the drugs rob them of everything. Until they face the fact it's their fault. There is nothing you can do. even a little thing can set it back a step or two.. Be strong, keep fighting for him, even if it doesn't feel like you are. A mothers heart is so tender when it comes to our kids. Sometimes to tender.... So fight for him because he doesn't see he needs to yet. The fight you have to do is tough love.... Keep up the great work at put the life line out there for your son.

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  3. I agree with you Deborah, but it's a difficult thing to do. You know in your heart that closing the door might be the one thing that makes him realize he needs help, but your mind throws all the what ifs at you.
    Thank you for all your prayers and words of encouragement.

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