standswithcourage
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I believe this story is amazing. It sounds so familiar. I feel the same way. My son probably doesnt remember his teenage years either. The most comfortable I felt with him before drugs was up to around 14. After that age - things started slipping. I wish I could have done something. I tried to save him so many times - talked to people, police and even had him taken to jail many times in an attempt to make him see what he was doing. I even had a policeman take him to the jail to show him what it was like - and now he is there. I hate it so bad. I love him so much but it is out of my control now. I always felt like as his mother it was in my control to help him but the more I tried the worse it got. I wondered why he ecouldnt see that. I just hope that he gets it one day.
