My son, 18 in June, started out break with a bang. Holes in his bedroom walls, swearing away at dad, trying to pull me in. He settled down later that evening, but my husband and I were at a loss. No family available to take him, my husband took my son and they both went to husband's sister for the Christmas holiday. They returned on Tuesday and I was scheduled to take a trip to see my parents with my daughter in son on Thursday and give my husband a break. I just couldn't do it. The trip is too long, my son is too much, so I decided to stay home.We have been home since, and my son has been staying at a friend's house for the past 3 out of 4 nights. He has pretty much been gone except to take his medicine for the past four days. It has been pleasant. I even spoke with the friend's dad tonight who said my boy was welcome to stay over again tonight. I reminded the man to send him home when he needs him gone, but the dad said my son was welcome. It feels wrong, but it also feels like a blessed gift.