So, my last post was about difficult child's truck being in the impound. I found this out on Friday while at work. His keys are lost, so I wasn't able to do anything about getting a key made until today (It has to be made by the dealership, and they don't do that on Saturday's. Leaving work early to get that taken care of). I called the tow company. As of today, the cost to get it out is 425.00. That's the cost of the tow and then 30.00 for every day that it has been there (it was towed on 02/11). I want to cry. Over 500.00 (including the cost of a new key), because of difficult child's lack of responsibility. Lack of caring, period. I did confirm that difficult child is living with one of the biggest drug users in our area. My thought is that he will NOT get the truck back while living there. This guy not only smokes spice, heavily, but drinks a whole lot, as well. I really don't want to worry about the harm that could possibly be caused while he's around drugs and alcohol, and driving under the influence. So, my thought is that he doesn't get the truck back as long as he is living there and making poor choices. I'm even borderline about giving it back to him unless he enters a residential rehab. The kid is in deep. It pisses me off and hurts my heart all at the same time. I'm shaking, I'm so upset right now. difficult child text me on Saturday and said he had the flu. I asked him if he had any medicine. Of course he didn't, so I volunteered to go get him some, along with plenty of juices and soups. Him and his buddy met me at the store. He looked awful. I mean, AWFUL. He's got a bad case of it. I reminded him then that my offer still stood...decide for yourself that you want treatment, and I'll be there with bells on. I got no reaction or comment to it. This morning rolls around, and I get another text. He wants to go to the doctor....he still feels miserable. And he needs some food. I told him I would take him to the minor medication this evening, and would also get him some groceries. We continued to text for a little while, and he said, verbatim, " I need a doctor and some food. I don't need treatment. I slipped, relapse is inevitable but I'm fine. I'm just ready to be working and start saving for this baby. I just want to get my life rolling back in the right direction". My reply.... "I can take you to the doctor and get you some food. But I'm completely done with drugs, lies, excuses, laziness, and lack of responsibility in my house. You can not live here until you get the help that you need". He said, "Well I'll just stay here than". I'm really upset about the truck. I'm sad that he's so sick with the flu. I'm irritated that he is living with a druggie. I'm feeling weak because I feel like I need to hold his hand and make him do what's right...even though I know I can't. Why are difficult child's so complicated? So hard-headed??? I just want to scream. Oh, and for the record, we go back to court on Wednesday. He's suppose to have a lot of answers for his prosecutor. Proof that he's working full time (which he's not). Proof that he's still getting counseling, (which he hasn't "because he doesn't have a way to get there"), and proof that he's been attending AA meetings (which he hasn't been going to those either). Wednesday should be an interesting day. Is it Friday yet?