My son is in jail for the third time. We are waiting till he goes to court before we know anything, which isn't scheduled until November. I'm dreading the Holidays. I dread the weekends because I don't get to see him. His visiting hours are on Fridays between 1 and 3. That means if I want to go see him, I have to take off work. No one at work knows he's in jail. I can't share that with people I work with. My family (that knows) trys to be supportive, but I still feel they are blaming me. Me son has always been a little on the wild side. Since he was little, I knew I would have problems with him. I just never knew how much. He's in jail for DWI, possession, probation violaltion, driving on a suspended license. What do I do?
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