Hallo, I have a son who is using pot on a daily basis. He has started using in junior high and he is escalating. He didn't graduate high school and now, in order to get a HS diploma, he has to enroll in online school. I don't think he will go forward with that. He has a full-time (the third job in one year) that he has kept longer that any other so far. He is vary nonchalant about his use of pot, he keeps his drug paraphernalia in his room. At the end of last school year we gave him an ultimatum, get a job, no use of pot or alcohol in our house or he is out. As of now he hasn't quit. We had him in a outpatient rehab program when he was 16, after he made it to the one year mark he relapsed. For a long time I believed that he was sober and wanted to help him so I opened my wallet and helped him. He fond jobs, that was't a problem, but he managed to get fired twice. He uses every cent he makes and he never have enough to cover gas for the car he needs to get to work with. He works far from home and early in the morning. Today I think I reached the vary bottom with him. He lost my ATM card that he was using because his was stolen. He doesn't see the problem whit that, he is not afraid of loosing the roof over his head. He lost his girlfriend because of pot, he lost his friends because of pot, now he is risking to loose his family over this. We had endles conversation and he admitted of been depressed and that marijuana helps him. Pot is legal here and non of this teenagers see how it effects them on the outsides. He lets his room go to shambles, he dosen't care about his cloths. His room has garbage all over the floor, he is vary secretive and he spends an amazing amount of time in his room. Today, for the first time I reached the end of my patience. For a whiles my husband has been saying that he need to go leave on his own, but I was alway against that. My husband dad put all of his sons out as soon as they where 18, the odds where 4 out of 7 succeeded, to me those are bad odds. But now he really hit a nerve. I had being enabling him for years because I didn't want to loose that bond we had, I also have to mention that We have a daughter that was born with significants birth defects and I am now her fool time caregiver. He is vary good with his sister and for a long time he was her's babysitter of choice. I love my son and, as I type this words I had tears running down my face. I can't help but remember his tiny fists closing around my finger in an effort to stand and walk, or his arms starched towards me when he wanted to be picked up. I have to remember my self that that little boy is grown now and he has to make his way alone. This hurts a lot.