my son is turning 18 tomorrow. I'm so terrified for him. he's given me nothing but trouble most of his life. he's rebellious, impulsive, headstrong, cruel. but he's grown into a decent young man...mostly. but he's still so naive and he's running with a bad crowd. he's already moved out months ago. but. I'm so afraid for him. I thought I'd feel relief but I don't. he will always be my baby. I just can't help worrying he will get into hard drugs or get into cars with drunk friends or do something stupid and go to jail or die. I feel like I didn't do enough. say enough.