Hi All, It's been a while since I've posted since it seemed like my older Difficult Child was doing OK. He'd kept his job for about a year, and was the "golden boy" there, got promoted, etc. and the boss wanted to pay for special certification training for him. Well, we found out yesterday through the grapevine that he quit his job. He was also trying to act as if he still had it, but my husband called him out on it. Husband normally picks the grandkids up from school on Monday afternoons and keeps them until Difficult Child son gets off work. So last night my son showed up about 8 p.m., the normal time to pick up the kids. No mention of the fact that he was actually home all day, just acting like a regular workday. He looked terrible, red eyes, etc. which either means he was high or sick from not being high enough (I can't always tell the difference). Husband said, "I heard you quit your job," and he said yes. I asked why, and he said it was a number of reasons, mainly because of the location of the workplace. It's near the heroin marketplace, apparently, and he thinks the proximity is making it too hard to stay away from the drugs. This weekend, my younger Difficult Child said he saw his brother walking with his long-time "friend" who introduced him to heroin. Younger son got out of his car and tried to start a fistfight with them and ended up knocking the friend down. He said the friend told him he was trying to help older son (he's a lying heroin addict himself, I doubt he was trying to help anyone). Younger Difficult Child hates his brother (really) and says he's a psychopath heroin addict, etc. and he's going to beat him up when he sees him again. Needless to say, younger son has issues of his own. So I'm living this reality-show drama that isn't all that entertaining, wondering what's going to happen next. Even without younger son's threats and theatrics, the situation is sad and depressing. I worry about my daughter-in-law, who depends on DCs income to make the rent. And their children, our grandchildren, are just innocent victims in all this. They're pretty oblivious now as their parents have been trying to maintain a stable atmosphere for them, but of course "stable" has a different meaning when one parent is a heroin addict. The house of cards is beginning to fall. Husband and I agreed that we can't control what they do, and nobody's moving in with us again. It's a helpless feeling though, and still makes me sad to see my son looking so down and out and physically unwell.