It's that front row seat to the drama that really does us in. We are so close we can feel it but we don't get to write the script or direct the actors and the front row seat is really the worst seat in the house.
This is such an important statement, Ann. The damage watching a loved one try to self-medicate away their pain or believe they know better than the rest of the entire world will kill your own spirit right along with theirs. The love turns to anger, which is also self-damaging. Just too painful to bear, ultimately. When you give yourself the opportunity to not be that witness by separating physically from your A, the love can return and the compassionate soul can breathe again. It's just so difficult to make that final call as a parent and then stick with it. My prayers are with you this morning, Lobo. I hope you found a moment last night to just breathe.