We said we'd go so we're going. It's in 30 minutes. I'm nervous and anxious and dreading this. I know that my son thinks all of us meeting with his counselor is a path to coming home. I keep playing scenarios in my head where I tell him exactly what he's done to us. I tell him how much he hurt us. I tell him how he betrayed us and how violated I feel. I tell him I think he's only sorry because he got caught. I ask him how he could have no conscience. Then I run scenarios where he begs to come home and I just cry. Right now I'm just regretting putting on eye makeup this morning. I don't want to do this. Guess I better get going.