after six weeks of h*ll. The funny smell in the room he was occupying just wouldn't go away. Strange things kept coming up missing: pens (yeah, the kind you write with) the big lighter we use to light the outdoor grill, safety pins, my very small screw driver I keep in the kitchen, and other things. His 'pipe' fell out of his coat pocket when his dad dropped him off for his new job's orientation and was sitting on the passenger seat of his dad's car. Dad didn't notice till after work, and it was sitting in plain sight, with residue on it. Found evidence of drug use multiple times, he always denied it. Dad had talk with him several times, mom tried to get him to go into rehab, dad and I had talk after finding 'spice' and he agreed to go to counseling, more evidence found, another talk, etc. Finally we decided to clean out the room and remove everything except a bed and his clothing. We found his 'stash' then and all kinds of evidence of his using right there in the room (the source of the smell). Dad, mom and I all confronted him together and tried to get him into in-patient rehab. Wouldn't go but said he would quit, continue counseling and mom agreed to have him at her house 3 days per week. He would have no cash. Well, the NEXT DAY the smell was back (yesterday)! We went into the room and found more evidence of him using. His mom didn't believe it but we showed her the evidence and she agreed that it was drug use, but he still denied it, and was mad AT US! (all interactions with his mom start out like this: she makes excuses, denies reality, accuses us of jumping to conclusions or making up things, then wants us to be more 'compassionate' and 'understanding' with him) Not sure whats going to happen. I think he spent the night at his mom's and she was going to try to convince him to go into in-patient rehab. I feel terrible but at the same time SO RELIEVED! There has been some kind of drama every day! I am so glad he is gone from the house.