One of my biggest fears came true. My Difficult Child showed up at my door. My granddaughter(Difficult Child's daughter) and I left the room. My husband went to the door and asked him what he wanted. Difficult Child wanted my husband to go out to his truck so he could smoke a cigarette and talk. My husband told him he could talk to him on our front porch. Husband told him there was nothing else we could do for him. We are done. He told my husband he hadn't eaten for two days and was loving in his truck. I am such an enabler and want to help him but I know I can't. Just feel so upset and helpless.