Hi, samson.
Welcome.
Yep. Tough darts for him.
Sober houses ain’t fun. My sib went into one after a forced detox, and the very first night he called my mother, begging her to let him come home.
He said it was a terrible place, that everyone there was crazy, except him, that he didn’t belong there, yada, yada, yada.
When he got day out privileges, he would visit my mom and cry the blues about how awful his life was having to live there.
But, guess what. They got him sober and kept him sober for the duration of his time there, a couple of years.
We finally let him come back to live with his mother, mostly because she was miserable and guilty about the situation.
And guess what else?
Within a year he was drinking again. He has never worked any type of recovery program.
Fast forward several years. He has a cirrhotic liver, still drinks til he passes out, and is dying by inches.
Stick to your guns.
We knew two years of peace while sib was in sober living.
I would give anything to have that back.
My biggest regret is that we let him move back home.