Yesterday's rollercoaster

Nobody really believed I was only going to do one post a day, right? Maybe I meant only one serious, analyzing-my-life post.

I may have said goodbye to Evan with dry eyes, but it did not last.

I came home, took a two-hour nap and then had a two-hour cry.

I realized that Evan has been using the entire time I have known him. I began to worry that much of what I know and love about him was made possible by the drug. Who will the rehab center send home to me? Will it be the kid I sent them?

I did find out that I may send Evan letters even during the first 14 days.

I also asked the social worker if the would send ME to see the rehab counselor a few times while he is gone. They said yes.