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This has been SO HARD for me! I always thought, "I just want him to be happy." I've come to the realization that, that's simply not true. I don't want him to just be happy. I want him to be a productive member of society, even if that means he's not as happy as he would be as a homeless stoner.
I always expected my beautiful, brilliant son would graduate high school and go on to college. I always expected him to have a good job and his own home and eventually a wife and kids. I expected him to have friends who were decent people.
We all have expectations and hopes and dreams.
I literally, while writing this have gotten a text that he has been turned down by the friend's grandmother that he thought he might stay with for a while. So he's back to being on the street, no sleeping bag or anything, and it's snowing there again. 
Copa my dear...I so wish I had a way to keep my son safe and warm.
