What a rude awakening it is to get off work to arrive home to unwind the week away, to walk thru the door and hear the T.V up loud. What the heck! There's your 30 y/o addicted, bi-polar son. Who just got out of jail two days prior after being locked up for four months,sitting on the couch not a care in the world. Sipping on beer, smoking ciggs in my house and food laid out on the counters. Mind you he has not been invited over here for several years due to theif, drugs, irractic behaviors, the list goes on. I have posted some incidents on here. After reading a post left on my thread, it never dawned on me that I've been dealing with this for 4 years if not longer. How the times flies. I can honestly say this forum has been my strength, courage, and a reminder to not love him to death and take charge of my sanctuary. My husband had asked him to leave but he begged and pleaded & said he needed help to get a I.D. Husband exhausted and did like we always used to do, go in our room and ignored the situation. I get home late from work and husband tells me how T.V. is up and beer drinking... Then he said he just needs our help for an I.D. My motherly ways is ok in the morning will go do this and then take him to a shelter. Then husband gets in more details and advised me how he climbed thru the kitchen window! I am livid! Mind you it's 11:30 pm and raining. I storm into the room and demanded him to leave! There was screaming and things broken. Son tried to hit me and husband and him had punches thrown. The cops arrived and advised he had warrants. So back to jail he goes. Cops wanted me to press charges but it would of been a felony. I have the opportunity to change my mind and I'm still debating it? I will never understand why he thinks we owe him or why he continues to think he deserves my help?