Hiya Dae...When my SonnyBoy starts in on what a bad mom I am..and how he was born in to the wrong family and if I wasn't so controlling then he wouldn't HAVE to drink...and oh yeah mom..by the way...can I borrow a coupla dollars...I look at him dead in the face...I see the blue eyes...the cleft in the chin so like his daddy's...and hear "quack quack qua...quacccckkkkk"..because what he is really saying is that I am a GOOD mom..that took the time to find out where he was...caught him in his web of lies time and again...and controlling to an addict = loving someone to us non addicts...So now I love him...but I leave him alone with his addictions. I walk away when the quacking noise gets too loud (which is often) and also quite a coup for me..since I have never walked away from special Sonny before...but thats a whole 'nuther story. Welcome...and you catch on quick!! :-)
Mom