Thanks, Ladies. Honestly, I'm not really worried about him. I know he's physically ok, and he's one of those people who always finds a way to survive and land on his feet. He's made friends in his dad's area, and he has other relatives to fall back on if he needs them. So I'm not really concerned about caving in either. (When I shut a door, it stays shut permanently, right or wrong. One of those traits of mine that I can't tell if it's a failing or a bonus, lol.) More than anything, I am just not looking forward to being disappointed again, because I suspect I have a limit to how much of that I can take without withdrawing from him permanently. He needs to work all this stuff, including the drug use, out on his own. Selfishly, I would really prefer it if he worked it all out by himself, without trying to involve me, and then just came back to me when he can act like a normal person, even if that's 10 years from now. I don't truly miss him all that much, to be frank, because the person I'd miss hasn't really been around in a very long time, and I don't know if the person he will become is someone I actually like very much. I'm struggling to not wash my hands of him, if that makes sense, because I know I will eventually really miss him. I'm trying to find that balance between leaving the door open a bit in case the person I hope he is comes around again ever, while protecting myself from the hurt of having to deal with the person he seems to be right now. I don't know if I expressed it well. Actually, I don't entirely have a grasp on what I feel right now.