I thought yesterday would go down in history as a "good" day. difficult child spent the day at his new "home" doing laundry, organizing his new room, and even did some of the aunts laundry. difficult child's girlfriend took him to get a haircut and then to his favorite restaurant. I talked to him and he seemed in good spirits. Then my phone rings at 9:30 last night... It's difficult child's girlfriends aunt on the other line. She said she thought she was going to have a good report for me, up until an hour ago. difficult child's girlfriend was there, and about to leave to go home. difficult child announced that he was going to hang out with his buddy that he had previously been living with...the one that smokes spice. The aunt put her foot down and said no sir! Well, nobody tells difficult child what to do, so that turned into a few words exchanged. The buddy pulled up and difficult child's girlfriend goes outside to tell him to leave. difficult child never made it to the truck to tell his friend himself. He said he was going to, but the girlfriend flipped out and did it for him. Well, as soon as she told his friend to leave, she got in her car, locked the doors, and was trying to drive off as difficult child was trying to stop her. I think he realized his mistake, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. So, he threw his body on top of her car to try to get her to stop. I'm sure there's some yelling going on, and the neighbor sees/hears the situation outside and calls the police. The neighbor is a preacher, and came outside to talk to the both of them. He said some things that made both of them stop and think. The police pull up, and pretty much tells them that they need to call it a night. In the meantime, the aunt has set all of difficult child's belongings outside on the front porch. She said she thought she could handle it, but she just can't. I called difficult child to see what his demeanor was like. I know how angry he can get, especially if his body is coming down from not smoking spice in a few days. He seemed so calm, and confused as to why things got out of hand. He admitted that he didn't like being told that he couldn't go hang out with his friend, but he knew he didn't need to, and was going to tell his friend himself. I feel like the girlfriend (who will be 17 next month) maybe caused more drama than necessary, coupled with him not like being told he can't do something, and things got blown out of proportion. The neighbor drove him and all of his stuff to meet another friend (that is drug free). The last text I got from him was that the 2 of them are going to the Coast Guard Center today to talk to someone about enlisting. My fingers are crossed ever so tight. I was going to try to make it to the office today. I've been under the weather with the flu. But I can't make the tears stop this morning, and I can't tell if I feel so bad, still from the flu, or from being so sad and disappointed. When will this nightmare/heartache ever end? I want my sweet, smart, funny, drug free son back so bad that it hurts.