Checkin in, spent the night with a friend, huzzy and I fought about whether or not he was willing to stop smoking pot everyday. I cant live with someone who is using anything everyday. Of course he tried to tell me that I am just trying to control him, which I know is not true, I can barely manage myself right now let alone want to dictate his every move. I got so mad I preceded to act like an infant, I covered my ears and yelled I cant hear you I cant hear you. Wow so mature! I guess I dont know how to fight sober anymore without acting 5. SO he returned the favor and at that point I left. Tomorrow is 3 weeks, 21 days. Its getting easier and harder. I am happy right now except for my marriage. I dont know whether to concentrate on making things better or on preparing to get out. I HATE feeling like I am in limbo. Hope everyone is having a fantabulish day!