I really miss writing. Three kind people left comments here after my last post so I thought I'd follow up. I didn't even know I had comments until today. I may actually start blogging again...
My love life - I realized that I DO love Peter and I DO want to be with him for the rest of my life. All the things about him that bother me are petty. I was following my usual M.O. for men in my life and pulling/pushing away from him out of fear of commitment and a feeling that I am not lovable. I listened to my family's complaints about him and let them (my sis and son) warp my view of a wonderful man.
My sis and son don't even know we are back together yet. They will find out when he comes to visit in January, that's the soonest he can come visit. They don't like sharing me. I do so much for both of them because I am the Queen of Enabling...as shameful as that is to admit, its true.
Keven is waiting for the Suboxone implant. I paid for him to go through detox and he made it a few weeks without using, but is using again while waiting to get the implant. Damn it! I can't even tell you how much it pisses me off and the things he does (stealing credit cards) that are totally unacceptable. If he doesn't get the implant soon (within two weeks) I have to seriously consider kicking him out.
Trew. Trew is the young man we were visiting in the hospital. He had endocarditis for the second time and was lucky to be alive. He was in the hospital for 8 weeks! His mom lives up north and the rest of his family won't allow him to live with them so he was going to go from the hospital back onto the streets. The nurses rallied around him for the 8 weeks he was there and made him their special patient, doing all kinds of things nurses don't usually do. They bought him a bunch of clothes, a big duffel bag, hygiene stuff...everything he needed. His doctor even gave him a $50 gift card. They even went as far as getting him the Vivitrol shot before he was discharged (its similar to Suboxone, it blocks opiates so if you use heroin you don't get high).
Well, I couldn't let him go from the hospital to the streets so said he could live here for one month (longer if he got a job). He was suppose to take it easy for the first week. He came here on a Saturday night. The following Tuesday I took him to court to clear up a warrant. We spent the entire day together, had lunch, had a good time. He'd stayed with us a few days at a time in the past and fit right in with our little household.
After court that Tuesday he asked me to drop him off at his storage unit, said his dad was going to meet him there to get some stuff out because his brother was no longer going to pay for it. That sounded reasonable to me so I dropped him off and told him what I was making for dinner and said to call me if he needed a ride "home" later.
Haven't seen him since. Its been over two weeks. His mom and I are in contact via text and she's heard from him a few times. The Vivitrol shot is keeping him from heroin but his other drug of choice is meth and that's how he got sick in the first place.
Drugs have such a powerful hold. It makes me lose hope for Keven, but I can't, I just can't.
My next post will be about MY drug charges...the fun never ends when you have an addict in your life!
Peace, Hope and Love,