What I did was right. It was a hell of a lot better than the way he was treated over this last weekend. The help he needs is way beyond what I can do for him. HE needs to get away from this neighborhood to keep from getting hurt in many ways; not so much physically, but emotionally and mentally. I just can't deal with his problems emotionally. He calls me "Mom" and he calls me "Angel". I sure don't feel like an angel, but I guess the "Mom" part got to me... because I have an extremely nurturing instinct. Gets me in trouble sometimes... like now.

I'm sure gonna miss him!! I hate that I care so much!!