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A little personal info on me... when I was a teenager, my moms boyfriend and I fought like crazy and she chose him over me, moved us in with him, and then I moved out at barely 17 because of him. I had it rough trying to make it on my own for a few years and I guess I was one of the lucky ones who found the right man and was able to get quickly out of the drug scene I had felt comfortable in. My Mom now, 12 years later, has apologized to me countless times for her choices at that time and greatly regrets her decisions. She and her boyfriend are still together and we are all on good terms now. Skeletons in the closet for us. (We just keep the closet door shut.) Dont know if this helps. Just wanted to share my experience. Something to think about.