It's stunning how quickly I can get sucked into the pit that is my beloved son's life. Who knew "how are you" could be such a loaded question. He'd called earlier this week and left a msg he is coming home this weekend so I called to confirm. Stupid stupid stupid me. He's high and has the munchies, for the record. I bit my tongue and didn't lecture. And he doesn't know if he's coming home because some friends of his (17 y/o girl with 3 month old baby and her 20 y/o boyfriend - not baby daddy) are thinking about renting a hotel room and if they do, thank you's invited, meaning he'll go AWOL. That's just too big an entry for me to resist - bad idea, thank you, really bad idea. In the space of maybe 45 seconds I have entered a whole new circle of Hades. What the heck am I supposed to do with this information? Why the *heck* does he tell me this junk? Honestly, I feel ill - literally nauseated. I guess The Fates decided I'd had enough because we got disconnected and now when I call TLP all is get is the fax tone. It's pointless even to notify TLP because they won't bust him for being under the influence, and they will not try to keep him from going AWOL. been there done that a couple weeks ago. They will simply call me to inform me he's leaving and they they'll file a missing person's report, which they will cancel when he comes back. This kid is a disaster waiting to happen and I feel completely powerless to do a darn thing about it. Good heavens..... now I have to come up with a whole new set of "safe" questions. Suggestions would be welcome, 'cuz all I can come up with is "how's the weather". Or maybe I'll just start talking to myself.