well...for someone who's procrastinated on blogging...this is now my 3rd blog post today. I guess I have to get it out. While S and I sat here, wondering what would happen next, picturing D driving around with his car packed with his clothes, ...the phone rang. It was a woman in FLA., saying that she'd just spoken with D, and had a space for him in her recovery home not far from where he'd just been kicked out of. She said that she already knew him...how much he was active in NA around there...that he'd come to her 15 yr. anniversary recently. She told me what a great kid he was, such a really nice guy..and that's when I started to cry. She told me..."he really really wants recovery, I know that",...more crying on my part. Apparently, a friend of D's lives in her house (she's the house manager) and said that D had just called him, asking if he knew if there was any space at their house, that he was sobbing on the phone. Well, praise God, she had space and he was going to stay there tonight,...and hopefully, from now forward. D was not with her at the moment,..he'd gone to a meeting with the other friend. For the moment, I feel some relief. I don't know why he (or any of our kids) had to have this f'ing curse of addiction....it's such a demon.
Hopefully, he'll make his 7 a.m. flight, and we'll see him tomorrow afternoon. This time, I'm locking my purse in the trunk of my car and putting my keys under my pillow. This is all for one night.....it's certainly more than enough.