It’s funny sometimes to have the life of a normal adult.  I waited years and years for Ed to gain some stability in his life.  And I really believed that one day, he would go in the right direction and be successful.  Many times I was his only cheerleader.  My brief encounters with Nancy the Whore lead me to believe she’s not the cheerleading type.  More like the angry stage mother, she screams, belittles and manipulates her way in the world and expects to be handed what she wants. 

Yesterday I saw a video about a local substance abuse program and all the good things that can happen in people’s lives after treatment.  It made me want Ed to go back to treatment again.  I imagined the opportunities for him, and the ways that he could change the world, and I mourned the suffering addict again.


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