Never be sorry for loving him. Your story is my greatest fear, My son, now 31, is an alcoholic, living on the street. At 3 he had a seizure and he never seemed to be the same. He's brilliant, loves books and wants to do well. We've been through every sort of counselling available. Like your Jacob, he showed himself as a sore loser and quick tempered. I worry every day he might snap and hurt or kill someone. Right now, he's getting outpatient help for the booze. Right now. I hold my breath when the phone rings. I feel you more than you know, from one Canadian mother to another.