Well, just briefly, I decided to ram home the point a little more this morning, especially after returning home from taking daughter to dancing and discovering he not only ate his dinner, but hers as well, and left us the washing up. Only consolation was he kept the stove going so the house was toasty and I coul dhave a cuppa. I was up, oh,, so late. Not wanting to sleep for fear of drowning in my wheezes, and also fearing the cows might get out. One did, so at 1.00am and freezing temps, I went out with the torch... Well, this morning I decided not to get up and take him to work, we had prearranged with his boss for him to have the time off. he didn't wake up till well after it was time to go to work, and barged into my bedroom, demanding I take him to work. I said I was sick, and stayed in bed a little longer. I am sick, it's no lie. Having the added stress of his arrogant behaviour is not helping... Later, I told him there were a few jobs to do. To cut to the core of it, I told him if he didn't want to help about the place, and wasn't happy with what we had to offer, he could start packing, or talk to me about it. He walked off.... I followed, and told him he needs be more respectful of his home... And if the rules are changing, you need to pay for your own food, and for petrol as well when I run you around. He said, well, I'll get rent assistance then. I told him he can't as he lives at home to which he replied, it's not a home, I'm renting, he says.... Oh, well, that makes you a tenant, so I'm evicting you then...you have two hours to pack... Where will I go? Well, since this isn't your home, then I'm not your family, you're a tenant so I don't have to care where you go. And since you're a tenant, you need to leave this place tidy, so I can get another tenant. Strip the bed, (which hasn't been washed for 3 1/2 months) and clean up please. He came up and asked me again, where should he go? I tried not to care... it's hard. I suggested his mates, he wondered how he would get there.... it went on.....We talked more, about how when he rang from the psychiatric ward last year, I myself was in hospital, seriously ill, but discharged myself so that I could organise his flight home and a place to live. I told him I got the caravan so he would have privacy, however, if he wanted to be inside, he could be. He said he didn't... I didn't exaggerate, I'm not a hero, just his (foster) mum. I said I've been your mum for 11 1/2 years, his own mum, I said, loved him too, but was unable to care for him, I was proud to be his mum, but if he didn't want to own me, that's fine. There are no gates (since the flood) and he can leave at any time. go and think about it. He has thought about it and is now helping. How long this will last I don't know. How long I can last on edge like this, I don't know either. I have made it clear, either he helps about the place, or he has to pay for everything and be a tenant... is that fair? Any suggestions? this is very much the short version. i'm hanging on by a thread. I can't go to hospital, he wont' survive, I wouldn't survive the stress of worrying either.