We've allowed Kev to stay here for aprox a month (with the exception of a hospital stay and 3 nights at the sober living that kicked him out for nightmares). We are ready for him to move. Not sure if he is, but he's going to have to even if he doesn't want to. He seems more stable, more calm. He's actually been pleasant most of the time and I am even going to miss him a bit! But its time. Now, to find a decent sober living that has a house manager that cares about recovery.
Anthony called again the other day from a number I didn't recognize so I answered. I could tell he wanted a ride. I was hurt but not surprised that was his reason for the call. I said no (again) and he said he'd call me when he got to this area. He called that evening, twice. I didn't answer. He texted me "are you busy?" I didn't reply. I think he got the message. I hope so. The weird thing is - this time I don't feel bad about it at all. Its like the part of me that loves him is still there but I have no desire to see him, help him, etc. Maybe someday but not anytime soon.
Catching up on blogs. Everyone who reads here (even those without blogs to catch up on!) is special to me. I care about all of you.
Peace, Hope and Love,