My Boys

I miss my sons. I wish they would move through this process quickly. They won't. The middle one only cusses at me, if he speaks at all. The "hardest thing," this trying to get them into treatment, is truly the hardest thing I've ever done. Why? Because it feels like they will hate me forever. I know it won't be forever, but it might be years! I can hardly stand days. I shouldn't have blogged what I just posted because now I'm "getting personal." Now this grief for my own family is welling up behind tears that I keep trying to deny. I'm supposed to stay in "professional" mode this weekend. That's the only way to make it through the marathon. Oh well.