From pride to pain, parents reveal their biggest disappointments in their adult children.

He got a 200,000 inheritance when his father passed away two years ago. He's broke now.

He's 24 years old and has a full-blown crystal addiction that started in the last six months.

He was fired from the job that he got at 18 because he was under the influence

and manic. As a sidebar, his manager was the one that introduced him to the stuff. Since then,

he's dedicated his time to either finding or using Crystal. He's been arrested three times and spent

30 days in jail and continues to use even though he's on probation. He's angry because we won't allow him to

live with us while he's using. He's now homeless. He's angry because we won't allow him to live with us

while he's using. He's now homeless. He broke into our house and stole some of his father's sports memorabilia to support his habit. Some of it's not replaceable and very sentimental. He's a shell of the person we knew six months ago, both figuratively and literally. We can't hold a normal conversation and he's constantly twitching.

We've offered to get him help,

but he's constantly twitching.

We've offered to get him help, but he's convinced that the substances have set him free,

and we're all living in a delusional world where we have to work and conform to society. It's killing us.

On the other hand, our daughter, 23, just graduated college in June with a paralegal degree,

and she's decided to go to law school.

She's afraid to celebrate her success because she doesn't want to make him feel bad or upset him,

but F him for taking that away from her.

My son is 25 and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder at around 15 years old, maybe younger.

After he became too old and too big for me to manage his meds, he refused to take them,

and his life has been a roller coaster of disasters ever since. Between prison time, both juvie and

adult, bad decisions, self-deleting ideation, substance use, fathering two children he doesn't

see from the same mother, and insisting on making up reasons to not speak to me, I'm done, because honestly there's nothing I can do for him. At this point, I'm just waiting to get a phone call where I need to go and identify a body. He's 20 and refuses to go to college or get a job. He lives with his mum, so all I can do is talk to him about it. I fear for his future. Like we, his parents, aren't immortal,

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