He’s blown what I think is his last chance. My son moved 6 hours away with a friend who really wanted to help him. This friend is the real deal, doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t drink, etc. Told my son if he broke the rules (no drugs) then he’d have to leave. They’ve only been there a couple months. My son found a job at a restaurant. Just got an email from the friend saying he found drug paraphernalia and marijuana in my son’s dresser. He did an at-home drug test and my son tested positive for marijuana and cocaine. What’s really crazy is that he denied doing drugs and was coming up with every excuse imaginable. His friend told him he has one week to leave, unless he admits he has issues and seeks help. I’m not holding my breath that my son will do that. I wasn’t surprised or shocked by this news. I’m deeply saddened for my son, but he’s 24 and has chosen this path. He’s now 6 hours away from everyone he knows. I have no idea where he’ll go and I really don’t care anymore. I’m so tired of my days being ruined by news of him. I truly hope he ends up in jail someday. Maybe he’ll get help and at least he’ll have a roof over his head and food. Am I a bad person for thinking that? I’m just sick and tired of it all. Think I’ll take the dogs for a walk to clear my head.