I posted less than a week ago about visiting my son at rehab and how the counselor said he needed a deposit for a sober house. It'd already a train wreck. I had told my son I would buy him a phone card when he got out and give him $100 for Christmas. He knows he's not to come to the house unless invited. He showed up today, apologized for not calling first, but said he couldn't call because no phone. He looked high to me. He asked his brother if they could get together for dinner before he leaves for the sober house tomorrow. His brother is home for college, doesn't have much to do with him, but he said yes. We asked college son to pick him up, so he wouldn't show up here. Guess what. Rehab son says he'll drive up, and his tire comes off the rim in front of our house. His stepdad and I came home from dinner to find the car here. My husband is ranting now as I write this. Tired of this, doesn't trust my son, hasn't spoken to him for five years, wants the car gone now. If it stays out front, it will get a a ticket because it's snowing and can't stay on the road. My husband won't let it be in our driveway. I am so tired. I want to not be here. I want to move away. I need to write this or I'll lose my mind. Angry at everyone - rehab son for his endless bad choices, not honoring boundaries, college son for not saying no to rehab son driving up here to meet him, husband for escalating things - acting like rehab son had car break down on purpose, telling me over and over to get the car out of here. Rehab son has no money to fix it. It's New Year's Eve. Everything closed tomorrow and sober house an hour and a half away. It's a s... show, and it's been that way for more almost 20 years. Sitting here trying to figure out how to have things not go from bad to worse. So glad to have this place to let the hurt and frustration out. Thanks.