Hardest thing I have ever had to do.
I will try to keep this short and to the point. My son was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes at age 6 he is now 32. Ever since his teens he has been not taking care of himself, doing various drugs, barely graduating high school, inconsistent work etc... basically a derelict. Last spring him and his girlfriend started doing meth, they went down hill fast. In August she went into the bedroom, locked the door, put a 38 snub nose to her chin, and pulled the trigger (she missed her brain and blew the front of her face open). He broke down the door, called 911, grabbed a towel to try and stop the bleeding, pulled pieces of her tongue out of her mouth because she was chocking on them ... you get the picture.
So she ends up surviving and in the hospital for a month. We let him move back home with us. While living with us the past 5 months he has been hording, running the roads all night, sleeping all day, six tickets for various moving violations, basically nothing positive. Last week my wedding ring came up missing and my wife was pissed. She had been hiding the fact from me that he had been stealing all her gold jewelry and that there wasn't much of it left. Then I went and inventoried all my guns and found one of my shotguns missing. That was it we had enough. So I kicked him out. Keep in mind he has no car (very long story), no drivers license, no job, no money, and is a type one diabetic.
He came back to the house twice the other night using his diabetes as an excuse. I told him to gather up enough stuff for two days and then on Saturday when I am home I want him here getting all his shit out of the house. It was about -5 wind chill that night and he says "Well I have no place to go, no money, and no food" I said I don't care go to the warming shelter on College ave."
As a parent I could be sentencing him to death, but I hope that he feels the consequences of his actions and the life he created and maybe finally wakes the fuck up!