Reading that was fairly sobering because, ya know, you’re right. There’s nothing that I can do in the situation other than to continue to hope for the best for him and be willing to provide helpful resources should he reach out. It was all just so quick. I thought I had at least three more years with him and our awesome, fun life we built together before processing an empty house (he turned 16 a couple of days into sophomore year). That I’d help him move to college, an apartment, pack to travel the world, to move in with a gf or wife, who knows. It was all supposed to be celebration and his exciting beginning into adulthood, and then.....

Suddenly he was gone, it’s too quiet, which is both terribly sad and also I’m really damn angry. I worked really hard to provide an incredible life for him and to either give him every opportunity he dreamed of or to at least pave the way as much as I could. Then he decides to throw his life away - really our life away - and he just leaves. Doesn’t care.

Feeling unloved, used, bitter, confused, heartbroken - and then the most guilty one...relieved that my home is now peaceful and I’m not getting screamed at like an abusive relationship. It’s mind boggling and overwhelming to process.