[burt]

After my divorce, my son was too much for his mom to deal with...and he ended up living with me. After being kicked out of HS for marijuana, I had 2 rules. 1) get and keep a job. 2) Do not smoke anything in my house. He couldn't do either. Finally, he had his car towed from our condo by the management, he went berserk and slipped a threatening not into the Condo Managers mailbox. By then, I had custody of both him and his sister who was 2 years younger. My land lord said that either he left or we'd all be evicted.

He never kept a job over 2 months. When he left, it took weeks to clean his room. Cigarette butts everywhere, ashes all over and pot paraphernalia too. He couldn't respect 2 rules, and he couldn't chill. I had to kick him out.

Now...6 years later...he is a hobo. Actually gets around the country, hopping freight trains. Pan handles for $$. But he seems to love that life. I have to help out occasionally but it's $30 to $100 every 5 to 6 months.

I love my son. BUT, at some time, every one of us has to find their way. I will never stop caring, but I can't live life for him.

Not sure that any of it helps, but sometimes kicking an adult child out doesn't bode well. But I can't, to this day, figure out what else I could have done.