Everything has been going so well for my son. I was even proud of the way he handled his relapse following the death of his half brother. Then today he drops a bombshell on me. He's going back to Chicago. He told me recently he had been in contact again with his ex, and my gut tells me that's a big part of his decision. He says his plan is to stay with a friend until he can get into a rehab up there...I'm not buying it. That may (or may not) be his intention but I don't see that panning out. I know in my heart he will end up back with the ex and be in the same situation and same dark hole he was in before we helped him get back to Florida. I'm not trying to talk him out of, because anything I could say would fall on deaf ears or get him in defensive mode so I'm not wasting my breath. But he knows how I feel. And if things go sour for him in Chicago this time, he's on his own...100%. I'm officially done. I'm praying he will change his mind but I don't see that happening. Once he gets on that plane back for Chicago I'm through. I will always pray for his wellbeing and that he will one day make better decisions. I will even be there if he needs someone to talk to. But I will not waste one minute of my time listening to his sob stories of how abusive the ex is (assuming he does end up back with him). I've heard it all before, and until he left Chicago it was the same story over and over and over. So I'm done with that also. I'm in shock and dismayed. I can't even allow myself to hope for the best at this point, because I see nothing good coming from this should he follow through with it. And knowing my son he will.