As I've been anticipating, I just got the text. I'll share with you what was said. And I'm not going to lie, I need major encouragement. I know I can't enable. I know this. But shutting your own flesh and blood out is possibly the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. difficult child: I don't want to live here anymore. Me: You've made your choices. You continually break my rules. And the law. You are wrecking your life and I can't watch you self destruct anymore. Kills my soul. You were raised to know right from wrong, yet you continuously make poor decisions. Choices you have to live with. difficult child: I know. I hate it. Me: (over 5 texts) Evidently not. It's going over 5 years that you continue to walk the wrong path. All the help you've been given, all of the second chances. All of the scares from the law. And nothing changes. And if it does, it's 2 steps forward and 5 steps back. Your ways are dangerous. They'll end you up in jail or on the side of the road begging for food and money. It happens every day. Parents can only do so much. The ultimate decision is up to you. You can't depend on anybody else to make your life better except for you. Period. I kept you safe from harm, fed you, clothed you, and put a roof over your head your entire life, but most importantly, loved you unconditionally and instilled good morals in you. That was my duty as a parent. You're now an adult. Remember... Chicken sh!# or chicken salad. difficult child: I appreciate all that Ugh. Words or strength and encouragement are GREATLY appreciated! My heart gets me in trouble.