I have two sons living in the streets. It is so hard. They would rather do drugs, and not earn a living. My oldest son, 23, has a daughter who is five that he hasn't seen in over two years, nor has he ever sent money to her or her mom. My husband and I had to let go. It wasn't changing. We were enabling them and it was sucking the life out of us. Now we have one son still at home that we can focus on. He still needs us. I don't sleep well. And I think the same things -are they warm? Have they eaten? God, be with our children. And us parents who hurt for them every single day.
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