Thanks. I think he's figured out that I know, or at the very least, his guilt is eating him up. He might have seen me writing in my Al Anon notebook. He's been sniffling and acting depressed (although the sniffling could be from the meds he snorted). He's settled down in the living room and covered up, taken off his glasses like he's going to sleep there tonight.
But in spite of that, he hasn't confessed. I told him I was tired of only getting the truth when he's confronted with it. He hasn't changed *at all.*
Tomorrow will hurt, I think. But I can't be responsible for his choices. This was not my choice. I told him what would happen. He chose to ignore that warning, and now he's going to have to deal with it.
What happens when he leaves is not my fault.
My question is, what in God's name am I going to tell the girls? (7 and 5.)