Marcher, big hugs. I hate addiction. It's really been ticking me off lately! I'm sending vibes to your friends.
Toots, you are smart not horrible!
I haven't said much about c, because he's just the same. Right back where he was. He tried to talk to j on thanksgiving, but the only thing we ever say to him when he's drunk is, "you want a ride to rehab?" It's become a sad little ritual. If he said yes, we'd take him. Even in thanksgiving. Especially on thanksgiving.
J didn't even tell me shed talked to him until after. I think she's trying to protect me. The futility of the situation is what set off my last round of flashbacks. But they have lost some of their power