I have a 37 year old son, married with a 4 year old child. Both he and his wife are addicts living on the streets. I’m exhausted. He is also bipolar on SSD. I have tried everything. Starting around 8 or 9 years of age he started getting in trouble and getting kicked out of school. I tried medications, doctors, behavioral hospitals, boot camp, and relocation, everything I could possibly think of. As a single mom I also worked full time. At 12 he got in trouble for holding a knife to another child but he got probation. Probation gave him drug tests which he continued to fail so they sent him to juvenile at 14. He stayed there until 16. When he got out with a GED I tried again. I helped him get on bipolar medication, find a job and got him car. Two months, he was off his medications and using again. His drug buddies stole his car out of my back yard and drove it through my fence. The next two years was hell. I would wake up to find girls in his room and I would come home to druggies sitting around my house. He enlisted with the Navy but they kicked him out. His girlfriend got pregnant, he got married, had a baby and got divorced while using all in one year. Then jail, then rehab, then more jail, then lived with my sister (his second mom) and got an associates in welding but he was still using so he couldn’t hold a job. I hired an Attorney and they helped get him on SSD. Then he met his current wife, which was using meth. They lived with her parents (also using drugs) until her mom died. His wife got pregnant so baby number two was on the way. Came early and showed signs of mental problems. Son, wife and baby went to live with niece. They started using that incense or synthetic pot which is awful by the way. The police came, arrested them both and put the baby and is wife’s daughter in CPS. They spent a year in jail, when they got out I helped them get on their feet, apartment, furniture, and transportation. They got jobs and got the children back. They were doing ok. I would help them out with groceries now and then but they had their footing. Then one day he called me about a cat. I told him not to get the cat because he needed everything he had to just take care of the children. He got the cat. Then he got some roommates, and then he got arrested for probation drug violation. I cut off all communication with them. I can’t take any more. I am tired. I am old. I want to retire. He is calling everyone in the family for help. They call me. I don’t want to do this anymore. My family keeps telling me he is mentally ill. I get that but I cannot help someone that will not follow. He does what he wants but everyone expects me to take the consequences and keep him off their backs. I have daughter that has a degree, a job, and happily married in case you are wondering if this is an environmental issue. I wasn’t a great mother but I wasn’t a bad one either. I really feel guilty but I also know I have spent every moment of time I have and every spare dime I have to help him. I don’t want to give up my retirement. I can’t even spend time with my family because they all sit around talking about my son. He is mentally ill, a drug addict, dirty, smells awful, doesn’t comb his hair. His wife has sores all over her face, has not teeth, smells awful and on and on. CPS will not do anything. My daughter and I have called more than I care to think. I can’t raise another child. I am so embarrass and so depressed and this is the short story.