BlueChair

My husband went into rehab yesterday and I have a lot of emotions over it. His parents and I took him there. It all went a lot better than I thought. We spent the weekend at his parents home, we had a lot of time alone together, talked, made promises. He says he never wants to use and live like that again. He knows he almost died while he was gone missing. I think he would have if a couple of his non-drug using friends hadn't drug the trenches and found him. The people at the rehab were very nice to all of us. They treated him with a lot of respect, met with him alone, with us, and he signed himself in and committed to getting better. They let us spend the whole morning together. We walked all over the property, and set up his room. We all had lunch together, and the food was good. It seemed a lot like being at a hotel but with doctors. We left him late in the afternoon to come home. We all cried, even his dad but he told him how proud he was for recognizing he needs help with this. I had a hard time unwrapping my arms from him. I can't talk to him or see him for two weeks but then I can see him or talk to him everyday. It's not real close to home, and I will probably only get to see him on weekends.

I feel emotionally drained, spent, but relieved too because he is in a safe place. I worry a little he will check himself out. We can call and check on him with the staff during these two weeks. Im sure a bunch of people here have been through this, I'm sure I sound whiney about not talking to him for two weeks. It's probably better for me too because I know I need to clear my head and rest. I have friends to talk to, but none have been through this type of thing. They are all trying to cheer me up already. Friends offered to come and stay with me, my parents asked me to come stay with them, my cousin wants to move in. Maybe a little too much people making over me right now, but at the same time I feel lonely.