I sometimes forget how awful it all was. It’s easy to forget that part now my sons not here. I agree it’s hard to keep loving them when some of the time you hate them for what they are doing to not only them but us as well. The rudeness and disrespect. It all seems so distant now. I wish my boy was back but not like that. My thoughts are with you all. X. I’m doing some work volunteering with recovering addicts. My way of trying to help x
