My son is 30 years old and is homeless and keeps begging for forgiveness and help. My wife and I raised him the best we could like any parents would. Kept him in sports and in high school he was introduced to drugs. His two older sisters graduated from high school and continued with their medical careers and got married and had wonderful kids. My wife and i relocated to Dallas to get a fresh new start for us and our son but the drugs got worst. He met his better half while going to community college and dropped out and held small jobs and we supported im as much as we could by providing him with transportation and a roof over his head. His girl had a couple of abortions and my wife and I promised to help her raise a wonderful boy we convinced her to have. We have essentially been raising him from birth and is 8 years old still living with us (wonderful boy) My son continued to get in trouble with the law (drugs, shop lifting, assault with a weapon, etc.). We were always so protective that we hired lawyers and if he did time in prison, we would send him money and even went the distance where ever he was so his son could see him. My son always promised to do better and be there for his son which he did only for a while until his better half changed his ways again. We gave them chances to live with us and finally i had it and ran them off after discovering they were doing drugs under our roof. Of course, he would always come to the door begging for forgiveness, food, and money. The last straw was when they would steal his sons TV, video game, and video cassettes to go sell them for "gas" supposedly. One day he came to the door about midnight looking distraught and hungry and I allowed him to stay the night and eat. The following day I ran him off cause my grandson (his son) had a baseball game to play. Before departing from my son I told him that he was never going to change and not to be bringing "troulble" (his wife) to our place ever. We left and then had to return to check if we had left the stove on and found him and her inside our home with a couple of liquor bottles they had bought or stole. She must have been hiding under the bed when we left and then opened for him. I made the sacrafice of allowing him to take one of our cars (1996 grand marquis) which he was living out of for a while until he destroyed the motor and has no car or home anymore. So much drama but I blame myself for being too soft hearted and simply allowing it to get so far out of hand. It hurts cause he is our son but I have been disrespected, lied to, and even had a gun pointed at me by him. I am tired but not as hurt as my wife is. But what really hurts alot is that they are so selfish and do not care about their son. My wife and I are hoping to get enough money to hire this wonderful lawyer we talked to so we can get granted legal custody of our grandson. Sorry about the long chapter but I had to air out. God bless eveyone who is going through these similar matters.