My second post and it just gets worse with my son. I apologise in advance if I make no sense or leave bits out but I am so upset and hurt. He's 23 and is the nastiest person I know. I visit him once a fortnight. Each visit has been worse than the last. But I, being really stupid and forever hopeful, turn up each time praying it will be a pleasant, spend time together talk. It never is. Today I got some messages from him very early, saying he's depressed, when will I be there. Just the tone of his messages warned me today would not be a good day. My partner came with me for moral support. We did the 2 hour drive to see him and the day ended with us throwing him out of the car in front of the Police Station. He wanted money and I refused. He badgered me and changed his story more and more as the day went on. The last version was he wants the money to attend an interview for study. I checked the internet on my phone and informed him intake for that course was 2 months ago. Yet another lie. He tells me I don't emotionally support him. Which is another lie.He needed money for a fix and I knew it. It just escalated and his verbal abuse was out of control. He pushed my buttons and we ended up in a huge argument. Just the usual Sunday visit! Now I have turned my phone off and logged out of the messaging site we usually talk to each other through. But not before checking what he has to say about today. He hates my partner, I've ruined his chances and dropping him at the Police Station is unforgivable. Anyway I'm sure you've probably all heard this story before in another shape or form. I just feel like tonight. I feel so angry, hurt, guilty and confused. Why me? Why aren't I blessed with a son who is studying or working like other normal parents. It really makes me feel I am a really bad Mother or I've really upset someone out in the universe. I just don't what to do now. Do I respond to his messages? I don't want to see or talk to him but I want him to know why. I want a relationship with him but only if he is clean and sober. Mostly tonight I miss my son, the nice one that disappeared.