He doesn't deserve my kindness, my unconditional love. I walked through the pits of fire to grab him by the hand and rescue him from his own personal hell, he tells me. Says I saved his life. Literally and figuratively. I guess I'm the KISA. hahaha. Joan of Arc style with some armour and a sword. I'm such a dork. :)
But, now what? He's an amazing, sober individual that's part of respectable society again?
I can't help but feel his actions have consequences. But what exactly is that? That we're both in IC/MC, 12 step/AA/Al-anon for the rest of our lives?? Now what? Great. We're normal people now? Normal family going on vacation this week?
I think I'm having trouble checking in to a hotel this week. As, that's where his PA's took place...
Fuck, man. Fuck. It sucks to be me right now. I mean, he's really trying and doing a good job of it. Aside from a slip up here and there, he's a completely different person. It just sucks.