Son was released from the mental hospital last night. He wanted the clothes that he left on the porch when he broke my door down. They were not there. I thought he had come back and taken them, I guess the contractor fixing my door thought it was a bag of trash and threw them out. He decided I needed to take him to Wally world at 1 in the morning and buy him more clothes and then give him a ride downtown. I did not jump at the chance. He thought it would be a good idea to start screaming at me through the door, I called the police and he was finally given a paper that says he can not come back on my property. Why do I feel so guilty? All he ever had to do was follow basic rules at home and be respectful. I feel so torn between this what he needs and he truly can''t make it on his own. He has no clothes, no money, no job, and not one true friend. I had 4 days of peace. I knew he was safe and he was fed.