Update

I decided to say nothing to my son last night. My wife and I had discussed talking to him about it, but I just didn't want to deal with it. My nephew from New York is staying with us, and I didn't want a "discussion" about my son's drug habit to escalate into something that would ruin the night for everyone. And who knows? Maybe "The Silent Treatment" will have more of an effect than any sort of discussion would have. Lord knows my kid has heard everything I would've said last night before.

We will discuss what happened. Eventually. But I'm pretty sure that this time any such conversation will end with, "You have until such and such a date to move out of the house." Because I'm done trying to fix things. And I'm done letting my addict son dictate how I feel. And I'm tired of having a black cloud hover over my house and family. I'm just done with it all.

Oh, and I confirmed that the phone calls my son made/got came from his drug dealer. I actually called the number, just because I was curious. It was a cellphone, and the call went to voicemail. The recording said the voicemail box was full. But less than a minute later, the guy called back and I answered the phone. He thought I was my kid, calling me by my son's name. When I told him he was in fact talking to his customer's father, he claimed to have the wrong number. Interesting experience, for sure. It's not every day you get to talk on the phone to your son's drug dealer.