So today I feel like I've been hit by a truck after yesterday's emotional and devastating day. I have not seen nor talked to difficult child since yesterday and since I filed charges. The police tried to contact him using my phone but he did not answer. I can only leave it in God's hands and pray he takes care of him. Although jail is not the way I wanted it all to go down, I think it will be the best way to stop him in his tracks. As time goes by, I know I will feel better about it all. But I will never truly lose the scars that came with the drug abuse that took over his life. I shed tears now and then, but I'm trying to stay positive and keep focused at work. It's difficult. I am thankful I finally had the courage to pull the tough love string.