I dont know what has came over me? I really dont care anymore what my son J is doing. Drugs or not; warm or cold; hungry or full; shelter or car. I feel terrible like a cold hearted B word! This weekend was really cold here and I know J has been sleeping in his car because he parks the car on the curb in front of my house. I'm not sure yet to how I feel about that? I leave for work and see him asleep in his car or hes using my wifi. I just drive off and think there his life at least hes alive. He has been doing this since I had kicked him out in December for a relapse. He tells me he has a plan and he dont need my advice. Okay so there he is living in his car parked outside my house. I dont get it. Well he wasnt there this weekend and apart didn't even want to look outside to see if hes there. I didn't look but my husband told me hes not out there. So I am glad he found something to stay warm. This morning hes back out there. I don't even have the energy to ask how he is anymore.