Ant wanted to meet for lunch on Saturday. Seems wonderful mother in law told him that he'd have to spend Christmas Day with them since his parents and other grandparents have banned him from being over for Christmas.....whatever. At least he wanted to meet and talk about it. But my heart broke sitting across from Ant during lunch. He's got several sores on his mouth (hoping cold sores, but doubting it), the skin on his face is no longer tight and young, it's got a puffy/mushy look to it and the color isn't right. He doesn't look good. I know he's doing drugs....anything he can get his hands on. I'm just hoping he isn't on meth, but I have my fears now. It's so sad. I hope he lives long enough to hit his bottom and come back up. He's going to spend Christmas Day with us.... it's going to be a bittersweet Christmas this year.