It's not like I was excited about this. I simply didn't know what else to do. He was with this guy for some time. The same one who they were going to bike to Denver, then the guy got a car and they were going to drive. Wednesday he called, had been in a fight over some girl and wasn't able to get the card I sent so he'd have an address, so he could sell plasma. I sent him some gas money, not much, but enough to fill a tank so he could go. He's been sleeping in the car with this guy. So all his worldly goods, his backpack, his phone charger, his clothing, his blanket, tent, even his jacket. He literally had the clothes on his back, his phone and his license. He said his "friend" told him he was picking up a friend...and never came back, wasnt answering calls or texts...it had been 4 hours. It's going to be 40 degrees tonight and the shelter is full. He was screaming and freaking out, then later started sobbing.
I just didn't know what else to do.
We told him if it turns out the guy has ripped him off, we can buy him a ticket home. He doesn't really want to come. He feels like a failure and posted out he has no one and nothing here, except us, and he can't live with us forever. I told him, no, he couldn't. But he could get a job, start over, and make new friends.
I don't really want him home. I thought we'd at least have time to prepare if that were to happen.
I had a massage today and a nice last day of my vacation. I feel like that brought this on...like I can never have a good time or it will just fall apart. Like a jinx.