Going on day 10. My 23 year old son has made no attempts to contact me and vice versa.. I can keep tabs on him via his bank account. He's in town and he is ok. He's been eating, purchasing stuff at head shops, withdrawing chunks of money at nearby ATMs, ordering iTunes. If I stop seeing transactions then all I have to do is check the inmate search at the local police and county jails. I'm adjusting pretty well. I have to say I LOVE having my home all to myself. I'm not waking up at 4am to him banging around in the kitchen and the smell of alcohol and pot reeking up the house when he comes in. I can go to sleep on work nights without telling him to shut his door, turn down his music or video games, turn off his black lights. I don't worry about his druggie friends coming over during the day while I am at work. Best thing I did was change the locks. For peace and sanity. I've left his room as-is for now, but did go thru a couple of drawers last night and weeded out old clothes. Behind the clothes crammed in one drawer I found a large blown-glass pot pipe. Trashed it. I know I will find other paraphernalia as I weed thru his mounds of crap. I found myself a few times saying to myself "Better leave his stuff as-is or he will get mad". Then I was like "F" it - this is my house - he has no rights anymore. I still have moments where I want to text him just to say I love him and ask if he is ok. But why? He isn't worried about me. I dream of the day he texts or calls saying "I love you Mom, I'm sorry". Don't see it happening while he is on drugs. Sober - maybe. Had a couple of glasses of wine last night, had a good cry - got it out of my system. Slept all night for once. I still know I am doing the right thing. Can't contact him, can't let his drama upset me. It comes and goes. Heart is broken, can't help feeling betrayed and shattered.