...so I brought my 33 year old DS back to the sober house after he was sick. He was kicked out six days later. He said he didn't know why because he was clean. That's true, but the woman running it said he talks the talk of recovery, but doesn't walk the walk, is not committed, flouts the rules. So he's back on the streets in our town. Said he was ready for advice, but when I tried to point some things out, he hung up on me. He keeps texting for money, food, etc. Our town has only a temporary shelter. Zero out last night. He's couch surfing. I said he should go back to small city where sober house was because there are more services available. I gave him A $30 food card and a phone card. I texted him not to contact me for at least two weeks. I'm exhausted and feel like I'm always caving to some degree. He needs the gift of desperation although it hasn't worked so fare. Then I feel bad for setting the boundary. Crazy making of my own. One thing I know for sure: I see no evidence that he's changed or gained any insight.