struggling and happy 3 month anniversary
This post isn’t so much about David as it is about me. See for a long time, David was in a safe place. A place where I didn’t have to worry as much. I could get the weekly reports, I could talk to David, I would take the interceding calls, that told me of some event in his life, and quarterly, i would make the 7 hour drive to see him. Now, he is home. And even periods of what should be periods of deep sleep are interrupted by concern over what he is doing. What he is into. Where he is. If he speaks, even if it is another room, chances are good I will hear it. This isn’t healthy. Yesterday, I told David to stay within sight of the back door. Mom came home and he wrangled the opportunity to go to the neighbor’s house. He stayed for