Originally Posted by
Thlayli 
This is me on the Codie side of things. I know I need to detach. I know I shouldn't go out to the garage, shouldn't check his phone messages, shouldn't check the spare bed to see if he made it home...but I do.
Ditto. I know I should bite my tongue and not say anything when he cracked open a beer. I know I shouldn't question him about his plans for the future and steps towards his sobriety. I know I shouldn't give him death stares when he opens up the fridge to grab a beer. Sometimes I manage to let things slide for a week. But I get the itch and the itch becomes too much that I unfortunately succumb to blurting out "how many beers did you have today?". Then I feel foolish because deep down I know that this doesn't change a thing, that I only caused more friction and drama. The cycle repeats.