Because if it did we would not be having this conversation. I feel like I did back in December when I wrote my very first post except there isn’t a lot of hope going on. Any progress I thought I had made was an illusion…it’s all gone. Detaching is so monumental a task that apparently I am not up for the challenge. I feel like I am trapped and it is not a pretty site. I am in mourning again. I see that nothing I am doing is helping him and we are still all banging are heads on that same wall and getting the same results…lots of promises not a lot happening. Why does sobriety not=happiness not for any of us? I think J needs to apply for public housing and welfare and get out because living with us is not working. I believe he is clean for long stretches but it’s not enough, call me a selfish bitch but I don’t want to watch anymore. How do I get him out?
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