Here we are about a month(?) out from "kicking the kid out" of the house. She's been staying with an older lady, not to far from here. She's survived. Come around a little bit. Don't really know what she's spending all of her time doing, but she is attending GED prep courses. She is not working, however. She doesn't seem to be starving. She looks OK. But, as life would go, she's in "crisis" again. She's had an epiphany. She is remorseful for the way her life has been. She thought she might attend an NA meeting. She's been happy. But she's also at the end of her rope with her roomie. The house is a pig sty, she's miserable, and is there any way she could maybe (come home) or live with grandma and grandpa (who she stole from, abused, broke into their house)? My parents feel like she's suicidal, and wonder how she will ever make it unless they intervene. I feel basically helpless. Darned if I do, darned if I don't (there's NO way she can move back in here - and I don't really, at this time support her moving in with my parents). We're at the point where having her at home is far too traumatic for everyone, but having her out of the house is still very stressful and emotionally taxing. I think she's an addict, addicted to weed. She says where she lives that's all they do and it is nearly impossible for her to stop. I believe that. But I also have doubts about her sincerity of wanting to stop. There always seems to be this ball of smokescreens and confusion in relation to my daughter, her life, her circumstances. I never know what end is up because of the lies and half-truths. I worry, yes. I don't know what is really going on with her. But I don't feel so responsible that I would sacrifice the rest of the family's well-being because she can't get a job and work herself into a decent living situation to avoid homelessness. I just feel crappy either way. I hope I'll feel better soon-- this all is pretty recent. I'm thankful for my therapy appointment tomorrow, I just wish it were for double the amount of time.