Robinboots
New Member
I can't. I can't listen to my son ring the doorbell and knock and knock on windows and yell and talk and keep this up for a solid hour. I can't let him in, but I can't not let him in. I can't watch him walk away, down the street, in the rain and cold. I can't see that he's calling all kinds of people to help him find a place to stay. I can't keep talking to police and judges and lawyers and doctors.
I just can't.
I just can't.