So, today I dropped at the treatment center 4 hours away. Long day of driving, and the place seemed a little scarey to me, but at least he is there. This will be trip number 4 I think to rehab. #1 he didn't stay, his codependent mother actually gave him drugs and a place to stay, #2 he stayed and graduated and was sober for about 5 months, #3 he stayed and was sober about a year, so I guess maybe things are getting better each time. HIs drug use has gone way beyond any of the previous times and this time he is going to be detoxing for several days.
As for me, I felt really alone driving home for 4 hours. I think my family is sick of the story and I am sick of telling it and so I don't. It is going to be hard. My house is for sale and I will be moving soon, that will not be fun. I have a roommate staying here now, but she is moving out along with her rent payment so I am a little freaked out that I am losing that money and my husband's unemployment at the same time, but I will make it. I am filing bankruptcy, more fun. So I guess today was a long day and I am not feeling very optimistic, but he is in treatment and that is a good thing, it is a start, I have hope for him and for starting my life over.