Originally Posted by Alizerin;2508521

I sat down in front of him, put my hand on his shoulder and said verbatim in a quiet slow, concerned voice....

"You know what you're doing. I know what you're doing. You need to know that I know.

And then *poof* [B

there it was, an undeniable look of wanting to talk. lasted [/B]but a second or two. then *poff* again and it was gone.

Maybe it was gas.



Tomorrow I will in the same demeaner tell him that this can't go on, you'll lose your family. I'm going to give you until wendsday to tell me what we both know. You need help. You'll need to go into rehab to detox. You can simply tell me that you're ready to go and you'll go with my unwavering support. Try to remember and hold on to that wonderful feeling you had when you returned from rehab two years ago"

Then I'll remind him of just how great it was.

That is also the frustrating part, as I SAW it. I SAW him present and happy. I know what I'm missing. If no response, I will ask him for a trial seperation. <---- Need input on this.