Today is Friday. On Wednesday night I got a message from a relative that my grandson was not doing well and he messaged me and I asked if he had eaten and he said " no" (only booze - so scary). I went to where he was and brought some food. He was up and about and seemed coherent (I had been told he was passed out earlier). He said he was going to go to rehab the next day and he was afraid the relative whose house he was staying at would come home and start an argument and at the same time, the relative texted me and asked me if I could drive him to rehab. I said I would and he asked if we could then stay at my house. It seemed reasonable. Then the next morning when I thought we were going to leave he told me "plans had changed" and they couldn't do the intake until the next day. He was detoxing, so it seemed like the best idea to stay with me on what was expected to be a bad day (and I was worried about his health - he had no insurance, so he was not going to go to the hospital). So yesterday was mostly good, but then at sunset (which he had predicted, evidently it's like "Sundowner Syndrome" for Alzheimer's patients - he started to get really angry and said he was going to leave - was very negative about rehab, etc., etc. I went to bed and prayed and found relief. He slept (he had not slept at all the night before). This morning he was more positive, but kept vacillating back and forth about rehab (which I think is to be expected since he has done many rehabs and really does not want to go back - he also knows it's his only hope and he would be homeless without it). I dropped him off. He kept his phone because he said he wanted to text friends during the intake process (but at one point said he might use it to get a ride if he decided to leave). I kept my composure. I am storing his car and had him sign something that says he has to coordinate with me for its return during normal business hours and that he must be sober (because at one point he indicated he was going to just come get it). I told him this morning I am going to take no responsibility for keeping the car running (I had told him previously I would keep the battery going by running it once-in-a-while). He expressed some extremely negative feelings/ideas but I am hoping that is part of the detox process combined with his disappointment in himself and everything else. He cancelled his insurance, gym membership, etc., so those are all good signs. I know I have no control over what he does or does not do. I now have all of his belongings IN my house, but I am bagging them up and will put them in the car (which I told him). I am writing here just to vent. I am taking pretty good care of myself. I was devastated when he got hostile and crazy last night, but I handled it well (besides initial gagging, etc.) When I dropped him off and wasn't sure he was going to stay, I got nervous, but am doing okay at the moment. Some of the negative things he said scared me - about his hopelessness, etc. I am trying to focus on the good things he told me (played a song for me that was about a guy who finally found recovery); some of his hopes and dreams for the future, the fact that he has many mentors, etc.