I never take my son's sobriety for granted. I count my blessings daily. Gratitude. I work with loved ones that are affected by this dreaded disease.
Keep fighting the fight.
I would really like to see more interaction between the states to allow non-residents attend long term programs.
"I know you're an addict," I scream. "That makes me an addict's mother, You have all the power, I have none". This was the jist of most of our conversations. My feelings for my beloved youngest son bounced from anger, protection, hatred, and unconditional love.
After months of counseling and AlAnon I realized I had to salvage my life. I continued a relationship with this child but closed down my home and checking account. He was no longer invited to family get togethers because he would steal from everyone. My holidays were hollow, my son was wasn't there. A piece of my heart wasn't there.
Conversations with my son were always touchy. I remind him he was loved and needed rehab. His response was either explosive or a quiet acceptance.
My son has been sober for four years. He is the director of a probation program in a major city. I am a registered nurse in a chemical dependency hospital.