Thank you, Paw-x, very wise words.
He phoned me yesterday to say he’ll start looking for flights home in a few days. I felt terrible saying that he can’t come home yet and, that we both need time to recover from the last few months, that we are both mentally and physically exhausted.
I haven’t told his family about drugs, but have told them that he’s taking prescription medication and drinking a lot. They wouldn’t understand about drugs. I think they would think weed or someting like that, not swallowing a corrosive metal cleaner that is GHB.
I haven’t slept properly for two nights – as well as not for the previous 80 or whatever it was (other than when we went on the holiday – when we both slept for 17 hours a day for the first few days).
I’ve spoken to a couple of friends about it, but they don’t really understand. Their view is ‘what a plonker – he has everything going for him and doesn’t he realise what he’s losing’ – well, yes he does, but he doesn’t seem to care.
