My son had his demons, he was not perfect. He had addiction to drugs, he would try to clean up then, life got hard and he would basically say why try and use again. I tried to help, sometimes me helping just hurt him by giving him a free place to live gave him no worries and money for drugs. So tough love. I gave him a meal but nothing more. He lived under a bridge or from one drug user to the next. He would steal to provide for himself. He during this time he got a girl pregnant. She took off he spiraled landed in prison from age 26 to 30. He was able to see his son only once. My son got out july 3,2017 and died of meth and fentanyl toxicity August 21, 2017 the day of the eclipse. I still struggle everyday.