So difficult child called me on Thursday to tell me that he's "turning himself in" and they're sending him to detox.
I think he's going to lose all he has gained -bed in the homeless shelter, participation in the community mental health program-and may be sent to PRISON. He has certainly violated his probation. All for the sake of a few cheap thrills, drugs and booze.
And he said "Yeah, ma, I know I have impeccable timing" because Thursday was also my birthday.
Sorry, I know I'm feeding the beast here. I guess I'm just venting. That feeling of impending disaster, it's really just ME taking on HIS feelings. Such a draining thing, having to take two steps forward and one step back.
Just sayin'.
