Hi al; First of all I am sorry that I am taking more than I can contribute to the fprim. But in good old addiction recovery terms for all of us it is what it is. I’d like to say that I’m on cloud nine and ecstatic but three detoxes into rehab then my son is about to head off to his long-term inpatient rehab for a minimum of six months and I’m a total mess. My husband is carrying on like life is life and everything is grand he keeps to his gym schedule and his work schedule and I’m running around picking up the pieces I ask him to help out with something that’s focussed on anything but his job that is to drive her son to his rehab tomorrow and he can’t possibly find the time to help Venting angry sad frustrated scared. Just putting this all down in hopes of getting it out of my own head.