Me. Him. Everything. Nothing. Something. I dont know.
I have changed. I have given everything to God. I am no longer trying to control his addiction. I am working desperatley on me. And I feel great. I am not obsessing and Im not consumed. I am not allowing his actions to control my mood. I literally lay it at Gods feet ever single day. I am preparing for the worse but praying for the best.
I can make up every excuse in the world as to why I allowed him to come home. I wont.