She was believing he was doing well and was actually pretty convincing, but tonight her and I went out for dinner and as the food was hitting the table she got a call from her husband that he just called 911. Her husband, his stepdad, found him out cold, not breathing on the bathroom floor and called 911. When we got to her house the street was lined with police cars, fire trucks and ambulances. He was sitting in the kitchen by the time we got there and then they took him by ambulance to the e.r. After 5 hours, they got him a bed in a detox. Sad thing is, he's not ready at all. He doesn't even realize how close he came tonight and all he could worry about was going home for the night, which thank god because I've been through it, Jill was not having any part of. He just kept saying he screwed up because he did too much, not that he screwed up by doing it at all. He kept trying to tell us that he quit for 4 days and he can quit if he wants too and he didn't have to do it, but just wanted to get high. Then he was shocked to find out that they have a warrant out for posession of paraphanalia, will be arrested, most likely be put on probation and his biggest worry is that he won't be able to smoke weed and can't understand why that is such a big deal for him to do. I have known this kid since he was 5. I walked up to him and gave him a huge hug, we cried, and I told him I have seen and heard it all and that he couldn't pull it over on me and pretty much let him know I wasn't going to allow him to pull it over on his mother. In some ways she's so lucky I have been through this, and then I feel in ways she's not because I know too much. I did not tell her this, but the detox they are sending him too is going to be full of hard core street addicts. Nothing like my difficult child was ever in, but I did not tell her that. I told her to go home and try to get a good nights sleep because he is safe for the night. Knowing where he is going, I'm not really too sure he is safe. There were a few places they tried to get him in that they could have had him commited for 5 days, but unfortunatley there were no beds. The only place with a bed is voluntary and I'll be surprised if he stays the night. I told her to lock the doors because she knows he has nothing on him but the shirt on his back. tonight was like dejavu. We were in the very same place that I was the night I got the call that my son was arrested for posession and I went to the police station and he admitted he was a heroin addict. How bizarre is that???? The awesome thing is that her ex came to the emergency room and they pulled together like you wouldn't believe. I told her how important this will be in his recovery that they are already on the same page, even after all they have been through. Her husband, his stepdad, is also, which is so important. Well it's way way way past my bedtime. It's 12:30 and I'm on the computer, having a glass of wine and trying to unwind. All this on an empty stomach. Time to go to bed.