I remember waiting in the school parking lot for my son to get out of school. The bell rang, and all these relatively happy teenagers passed. I felt incredible disappointment that my child didn't get to be like them. He was a loving, happy child, but at some point everything changed. Now he's 18 and 600 miles away. We thought he was improving. Things were looking good, and then we discovered he'd been stealing from us. Not only does it hurt that he stole, but he sees nothing wrong with what he did. The pain of the last 10+ years has been indescribable. We tried everything. Therapists, medications, prayer, church, trying to get him involved in sports. Nothing's worked. We can't take it any more. We told him that's it. He's not welcome in our home. It hurts so much to be at this point, and I'm so tired of hurting like this. I feel guilty that I wasn't a better mom, and believe me, he hasn't hesitated to tell me how terrible I was. I don't drink or do drugs. I didn't beat him. I did everything I could to set a good example and tried to help him, but for years he's told me I'm a cold b*. I would have given my life for him. I'm crying, but I'm posting this because the people on this forum seem to be the only people who understand. I don't want to feel selfish for wanting some peace. I don't want to feel selfish for wanting a future.