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74, I am steering clear at this point. I only helped him move yesterday because I had previously said I would, plus I wanted to have a little face time with his mother to reinforce previous conversations in hopes she’ll stop enabling. After another major screw up earlier in the week my wife told me not to go but my word is my word and so I went. It is hard accepting I can’t fix him, but it is what it is. He knows where to find me if he ever decides that he’s ready to get his life on track. I won’t let him bullshit me in that regard. After every interaction with him I appreciate more and more what fine adults my kids are. Then again they had good role models.