I think she thinks that I am going to keep dealing with this. I don’t know if I told you this but I moved from Pennsylvania to get her away from that crowd. I bought a beautiful home in Delaware only to have her find that crap down here. I packed some of her things and they are in the front foyer. This is it! Either she gets help or I’ll drive her to where she was and drop all of her things off with her. As I sit and think about the mess that she has caused our family. I want to go over where she is and hurt each and every last on of those people she hangs with. It’s like the person I met has died. I don’t know the person she is now. But I need to be happy as well. I’m tiered of staying up wondering if she is alright. So I think a good hard clean break would be best if she does not get help. We both deserve to be happy. in my case, I have to step away because in my heart she is not ready to get sober.
