One morning I found myself crouched on our front porch steps. All the lights were out inside and outside of the house. I was watching the cottage next door for half the night while my husband was crouching in our car with a gun and a rifle. This was when I finally had to admit to myself that I could not protect my addicted son twenty-four hours a day. A drug dealer was after him. The stress of having to move to another residence, coupled with a breakup with his girlfriend, sent my son veering out of control and acting as if he was having a nervous breakdown…
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