6:30 A.M. and a knock on the door.....
and who is standing on the other side but Megan. I really don't yet know why except it was nice to see her. Her abf's brother had an early appt at the hospital for his neck (he broke it last year in a car accident) and Megan came along to see me. I gave her the rehab numbers and she cried and said she wished she could have stayed longer. I had to work and so 45 minutes was enough for me. A year ago, two years ago I would have been so caught up in whether she goes to rehab or not and would be so relieved if she went. Now I just hope that she chooses a life over what she is doing now, but I know that rehab is just the start on a difficult road to recovery. And I know whatever happens I will still sleep well at night and still find a way to be happy during the day. My life is no longer dependent on what she does or does not do. Hugs, Marle