JessicaLG717

My husband is gone.

I kicked him out Wednesday after he came back from the gym high. He stole OUR check and left a meeting early to do so.

I've finally accepted the fact I can't help him, I can't get him better, I can't do him. He called me on Friday and asked to come home. I stuck to my guns and refused, I haven't heard from him since. I also told him that he isn't going to be seeing the girls until he's gotten help, if that takes months, so be it. My kids are not going to be subjected to this anymore. They've lived through much more than they should have.

Am I worried? Absolutely.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do for a life plan right now, but I'm only focusing on me and my girls. This time I'm going to get through my days, survive, live, and be happy. I need to be able to live without him...and I will.

Because I need to vent SOMEwhere and I'msure my friends are just tired of hearing my addiction drama.

Sunday marks Charlie's 30 days.

But yesterday he stole $100 from me, copped a bundle and bought a needle. He came home and happened to be packing his bags. Fortunately, he happened to have thrown out the drugs before using.

His bags are unpacked. He's home and in better spirits.

Such as life. This will never get any easier I guess.