I have no advice but I will tell my tale. Sixteen, 6'2 and full of pith and vinegar with the ego to match, so with a weeping heart my mother sided with her boyfriend and I was homeless. Faced with life on my own terms for the first time it was exhilarating, scary with a sense of release. I was lonely but never alone, life has a way showing you things that you never thought possible and for me was the fact that no matter where I was, what I was doing or who I was with, I was my mother son and loved, regardless of the situation I could call home and it would be answered, knowing these truths kept me warm on the coldest nights.
The back door was always open, there was always a five or ten sitting on the table and the wash seemed to be done every time I showed up and left dirty clothes.
When asked why she did those things, she replied " I love my son and my reasons are mine"