He wasn't even home for 24 hours. 22-1/2 to be exact. H awoke him at 10:30, asked if his plans had changed (they had not) and told him to start packing. Reminded him that if he left, he was gone for good. At one point I tried to talk to him & he completely ignored me. I finally just sobbed grabbed his face in my hands and told him I would always love him and kissed him on the forehead & said goodbye. My mommy heart packed a bag of meager groceries-loaf of bread, jar of pb, few apples, bag of oranges, box of granola bars...and left it by his coat. I left, sat in a parking lot for 2 hours & tried to read-mostly stared at the steering wheel. At 1:00 -h texted me that he was taking difficult child to his girlfriend's house (surprise! Not) and that it was safe to come home. He said difficult child never said a word except that after he unloaded his stuff he asked "are you going to help me or not?" and h gave him the past due jan rent and feb rent. He didn't say goodbye. So-"he's gone" lead to "he's back" to "he's gone". All since Friday. I did clean out the stuff he left & his room is bare. He doesn't live here anymore.