Hello, I'm brand new to this site. I'm exhausted, emotionally drained and just tired. My son, who will be 22 in a few weeks has me at the end. I just can't continue to live like this. On December 25th I served him with a Notice to Quit. this gave him 30 days to leave, well of course he didn't and of course I didn't enforce it. It was the dead of winter, I know he has no where to go, so I waited, as always hoping he would change, and as usual, he didn't change. He doesn't work, at least leaglly. i have no idea what kind of covert activites he's up to. I live on edge, on high alert, have security alarms so that I know when he's coming and going. However that doesn't stop him from stealing from me. He gooes through everything I own. He's stolen and sold a garage full of tools (his dead father, my husband), his father's wedding ring, my grandmothers jewerly, the list is so long, I'm exhausted just trying to list of the things he has taken from me. Not sure what event happened two weeks ago that triggered me to take the next step. I went to City Hall and filed formal paper work to get hm evicted. Court is scheduled for Wednesday morning. I wa sick about doing this, thinking "Geez, what kind of parent are you"? then I'm getting dressed and look for my belt, and it's gone! Really my belt? then look further and my cordless drill set is missing. My employer replaced the one he already stole months ago. That's it! I don't care that he has no place to go, I don't care that it's cold outside, I don't care if he's hungry (that's what I'm trying to convince myself). Please send me words of encourgment or similar stories.