He signed himself out and is on the streets. He is one angry, un-medicated, broke, scary individual. I am taking myself into hiding for as long as my money holds out. I can not be the last line of defense between him and the world. I hope he does something stupid and gets arrested. I feel defeated, sad, angry, frightened, and determined to hold onto my boundaries. There can be no coming home un-medicated with the intent to use my home as a rent free hotel where he feels free to terrorize me and damage my home between disappearing for days at a time on a drug binge. There would be no telling what I would walk into when I got home.