I was very upbeat the first few days after my son got to the treatment center. Since then, he's been doing everything he can to get kicked out (the staff there is having none of it), but what gets to me is that I learn more and more about what he's been up to. My son mugged people, sold drugs to other people, broke into shops and houses, and helped traffic drugs. He's also experienced at least one overdose. I seriously feel like I don't know him, have never known him. This person has nothing to do with my son. I also feel like I don't really want much to do with him right now. I'm afraid that the only thing I can do for him is keep him at a place where he can't get drugs until he's 18. I don't know if he can make it out of it. I don't know if I have the energy or ability to deal with someone who is capable of doing all these terrible things. To be honest, I'm afraid of him. Am I a terrible mother for wanting to divorce my son? I feel like the distance between us can't be bridged, and I don't even know if I want it to. Isn't this what he was always worried about, us rejecting him? I feel like the worst mother on earth.