What a God shot! It's as though you writ this just for me, Childofmine. I think I'm actually there, at then end of my rope. It's been 12 years of serious drug addiction hell, moving from meth to heroin, jails, prison, rehabs, detoxes, sober homes, homelessness, back with me on a few occasions because maybe, just maybe it would be different this time. I can't regret what I've tried, how else would I know it wouldn't have mattered? I found more jewelry missing yesterday, family heirlooms. The thought that he just can't respect boundaries and somehow manages to enter my locked house to steal from me again has just really pissed me off. It feels good to be mad. It sure feels better than the constant worry and what if's. It is what it is and I need to truly "let go". I need to start living MY life as I'm accepting the fact the he will more than likely never chance. Heroin is a beast. I feel free tonight, ready to turn the other way. Thanks for this great post and the opportunity to share.
