It'll never be over, will it? Son calls tonight, just HAS to talk to me, can't I please give him a ride to work so he can talk about the job and his being fired/unfired/etc., and about how he has no food and no money and I was telling him no...right up until he dropped the bomb. He has no money because he had to give his paycheck to a bondsman. Apparently the timeline is this: We got the apt. on the 2nd. The 5th he goes to Wal-Mart with the homeless friend. The arrest is for shoplifting Blue Rays. He says he had none on him and if his friend did, he didn't know about it. IF his friend did??? Does he still not know about it?? Has he not asked him? Anyway...five hours later he apparently got a bondsman to take an IOU until he got his paycheck on the 9th. But he's broke again. He'd told me he got lots of food from the food pantry. Now he says he got enough for a day or two and it's gone. We fought, of course, because I'm sick to death of everything. I'm sick of him. I'm sick of lies and excuses and defensiveness and stupid questions: "Do you think I wanted this to happen?" Of course I don't think he wanted it to happen. I do think that it's just another in a long line of stupid choices. "How do you think I felt?" How would I know? I've managed to live 51 years without ever being arrested! He said he was going to plead guilty. I told him not to...at least until I can see if I can get him a lawyer pro bono...maybe I can call in a favor from a friend...but I kind of doubt it really. I don't have that many lawyer friends who don't work for the state. I know I should let the chips fall where they may, but I'm still his mom and still a lawyer and I hate to have him have a record if I can help it. I can't represent him. Not to mention that if he has a misdemeanor conviction, well that's it...his job really is gone. I'm so tired of this. He went on and on about failing. How we dropped $600 on the apartment and told him not to fail...and how did we think that made him feel? We didn't tell him not to fail. We told him not to screw us over...as in blow his money and stick us with the bill. Nothing was resolved. Why would it be? It's the same conversation we've had a dozen times when he's messed something up...with a new twist of it being something this time that can effect the rest of his life. I just feel numb.