ribsy

I am clawing my way out of that rabbit hole right now. My sons' father, his friend and the cops were just here, to try to convince SB to take rehab as a good choice from where he's currently at. He's not biting, ("I'll check into it in a few weeks when I'm ready") so I had to force him to leave my house. He was endangering my younger kids and making my life a nightmare of constant "minesweeping" so my little ones wouldn't ingest his poisons.
I've grasped a hold of even the tiniest shreds to convince myself that my son can pull himself out of this, was pulling himself out of this, was willing to try. To the point that a "conversation" without slurred words was a "good sign".
I lowered the bar for both of us I guess.
I can't stop crying now. But I'm sure I will. It's just so darn hard.

Thanks for posting, thanks for listening.